Monday, April 5, 2010

April Shananigans: Movin'

I felt the sun on my face and the wind blow through my hair as I rode my sweet chariot home. I felt a new Toronto, and the winds of change blowing. I felt like I had a plan, and it was working. I felt like today was a start and while the finish was still undefined, at least I knew I was moving again. I felt like something good was on the way.

And I was right... damn was I right.

-It's not what it looks like unless it looks like nothing