I'm sitting in a little hippy cafe in Toronto. I'm wearing my toque and some plaid and feeling very much at home.
The remnants of mocha foam are in a cup in front of me and for the first time in a while I'm feeling a bit creative.
My fingers are itchy.
I'm going home for Christmas in two days. As much as I love Toronto and everything it offers I still have the ocean in my blood. The scent of an ocean breeze has eluded me for some months now and I plan to drink in bucketfuls as soon as I deplane.
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