Hey guys,
Glad to see you back on the grid and glad to see everything is settling down and you're settling in. It was good to talk to you on Sunday.
I've decided that as punishment for you abandonment of us citizens in the Free City, I'm going to start doing posts where I make you miss Toronto as much as i can...
i know i'm mean, but do you expect any less of me? vengeance is mine.
Last week, I was driving on O'connor, windows down. The air has become cooler at night, it was about 8 p.m., the sky was getting dark. Just driving and thinking about the past year, cool autumn air touching my cheek. Then that smell. You know the one. It lingers all across O'connor drive until just past woodbine. The smell that makes everything ok, that makes everything seem like it will fall into place, that you are home, that has been a part of my city for as long as i can remember. The smell of Peak Freans cookies. How when you catch that scent, even a hint of it, the warm, warm sugar dancing in the night air, you are home and how it makes you feel that cookies are the solutions to all of life's offerings, good and bad.
how much do you miss home now?
peacelovefreedomjustice
-s
"this has been a memory found in the Free City."
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