Today I've done nothing much but sleep and bum around on the computer replying to emails and such. I've picked up a cold so I'm not feeling that energetic. In any case I forced myself to venture out this afternoon because I hate the feeling that I've wasted a day. I knew that some fresh air in my lungs would do me good.
I went to a little cafe on Ossington Avenue that roasts their own beans. The girl behind the counter was welcoming and polite and made a nice latte. I sat down on one of the comfortable orange velvet chairs, sipped my beverage, and wrote in my journal. I wrote a lot. It just spilled out of me, probably as a consequence of feeling overly emotional.
After an hour or so I packed up my belongings and wandered back out into the streets. I decided to walk an alternate way home; a way I'd never been before. I was looking down at my feet as they passed the cracks and crevasses of the sidewalk. And then I looked up and I saw the sun slowly setting between the bare branches of a tree up ahead.
It struck me that life itself mimics these trivial little moments of our existence. For so long my head was facing down as I went through the paces of the everyday. But now I'm looking forward and what my eyes can see is hopeful and boundless; a future just as bright and beautiful as a sunset through the branches of a tree.
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