the birds will wake you up at five
they are crows and seagulls and probably more that i don't know the names of
the smell of coffee comes next and it's richer than Kanye
good morning to the prince and princess and you, mr. loony bird!
but of course our patient.
breathe in the air and there's nothing like it because there's no place like the city
two young women with four, four-legged machines covered in fur
'wow, lots of dogs, big dogs, nice dogs, beautiful.'
and it was.
set me up on main street with a coffee and i'll treat it just like a television
the colours and sounds that move and change with the street lights
always flashing green as if the only thing to do is go
and so i went.
there is a kind of therapy in changing your surroundings-
in breathing in a different kind of air; the salty kind
the kind that's been sitting on a shelf for years and years only to be experienced by cracking a spine and fanning paper that's turned yellow with time
but it's sweeter than you can even imagine.
the street names are familiar and the bus passes every eight minutes and the canadian tire has the most beautiful rooftop parking lot i have ever seen
there's a starbucks on every corner but at least three independent cafes in between
and the jewish subway and the trendy taco place and enough sushi to give J.K. Rowling a run for her money in trilogies
one week of not wondering what time it is leaves you exhilarated and lost
and it's the best kind of lost you'll ever know
we left our bikes with the valet that night and then we rode home buzzed-
with the couples and their dogs; the teenagers and their longboards; the man that mostly lives under the tree...
and it was more beautiful than i can type here
there's just so much that i'm leaving out
there's just nothing like...