The excitement mounts, the tension of waiting builds , or maybe I should just sit and enjoy a beer. The day of leaving will come whether I fret or not.
I went on a wonderful walk today.
Saw the distillery district. Really enjoyed the early morning quiet as the merchants were opening up, setting out their wares. A coffee sitting in a lane, looking at sculptures and reading a book by J.B. Priestly seemed the perfect moment to enjoy.
The "film" of life going on around me, aware of me being there or not, is fun to watch. I've always loved making up stories for the scenes I see. The couple at a table, talking together, a group looking in a window, contemplating something they see. A contretemps in a car as it passes by.
As I walked home, I passed the Queen St bridge. I love the saying written on it, but am not sure what it may mean.
Walks for me a long contemplative moments that I cherish. I go over the "tapes" in my head. Conversations from yesterday or from 10 years ago are not uncommon. The "Oh!, I see what he meant by that" moments come across me and solve long standing puzzles. These "time outs" are critical. I would never have thought so when I was young and hated being alone. All that noise around me kept out the thoughts that might have saved me some troubles. But then, I wouldn't be the me I am.
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