In this life, you get chances.
Chances that masquerade around at fancy dances.
When you say 'None of you understand! NONE OF YOU!'
It's likely that you're missing what's right in front of you.
I spent some time with some friends in Kingston today. It was
the sunniest day of the spring. We packed a bag and walked
down to Lake Ontario and let their dog Echo playfully bat
at the water.
Ah, the life of a dog.
After a day of throwing a leisurely disc around, two good
friends and I played some serious video games while suckling
ample amounts of Rickards Red. It was a tame night. No pubs.
No clubs. No dancing. No prancing. A night in with the lads.
I awoke in Taylors cool basement pad with the Kingston
breeze blowing on my face. More sun. More friends.
Sometimes, you have to do what's familiar in order to move
onward new things.
Beauty.
