Right when you get there. The second you’re off the plane, it’s bright and big and colorful. Heck, they’ve even put a big truck right in the airport. It doesn’t stop, and it’s great.
“I found that dance, music, and literature is how I made sense of the world…it pushed me to think of things bigger than life’s daily routines…to think beyond what is immediate or convenient.” – Mikhail Baryshnikov
“Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and Laugh…” – Kerouac
I’ve said before that it’s always been really hard to have a birthday right between Christmas and New Years,
I haven’t had caffeine for about a day and a half. My head wants to explode,
The local coffee shop, SuperCoffee, commissioned a mural.
So just to go off yesterday’s post. Just so you don’t think my world is falling apart or anything. I’ve got a little story today.
Feeling like everything is changing. Feeling like things are spinning. Feeling like I don’t know what to do about anything.
Up in the Northern part of Ontario, it gets a lot colder than you might expect…or let me rephrase,
Do you have a thing where you associate clothes with certain events or memories? No, just me? Cool.