Friday, July 10, 2009


Out walking the city streets this cool Toronto summer evening, under a mellow dusky blue sky, life's struggles by all means continue, the homeless still homeless, the anxious still anxious, but all is softer, gentler, nicer. I feel thankful for that tonight.


  1. Where is the CAT? You murdered it? It was just laying leisurely there, on a red sofa, perhaps about to dream about falling tiles.

  2. not murder. change. the cat just followed its tail down another alley. never even got to learn its name. shame.


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