I felt this especially at five last night when I took a solitary bike ride through the St Laurent/Prince Arthur area with no goal in mind. It was typical fall weather all around and I enjoyed just wandering and looking around and trying not to get hit by anything or hit anything.
Oh the things you will see!
A canada postal truck, with a beautiful girl on a bike in the foreground.
A depanneur. Beer, wine, and ice cream. Because that's all you need for happiness. Note it doesn't say "a passing organic chemistry grade, a boyfriend named Bob Dylan forty years ago, and a 15-minute 5-k time". Let's stick with the basics here.
A cat, getting all up in my grill. This shot is particularly bad even by my rather abysmal standards, but the cat was soft.
A dog on a roof. I was getting ready to go climb it and save it, but a short guy with a peacoat came up to me and said "Le chien est ok" by which I inferred that all was well in the position of the dog in the world.
A chalk sidewalk proclamation. I wish I still surfed something other than the Internet. I hear the Gauley calling.
Me, sitting on a stoop in the only clothing that was still clean at that point (boxers and an army jacket - it was the day before laundry day, hence what I wore to class, and practice, and dinner) and clutching a tray of cheap plums bought on a whim. I later lost one when trying to capture the cat better. That failed. Never let it be said I don't suffer for my art.
Initially, I typed "from", instead of "for". Freud may have something there.
