My Neighbourhood Playground

It's been a few days of dull packing and cleaning, with a few exceptions/distractions. Lots of chatting and drinking with friends, spinning a little fire on stilts, and hitting up the skate park in the wee hours of the morning.

As for the park, it's three blocks from my front door. Damn, I wish I had found it earlier. We spent an hour riding the bowl in the picture. Finding the balance spot between the interia, gravity, and the board is a special kind of rush I can hardly describe. Another something I should have taken fuller advantage of.

I've been thinking about that a lot right now... how would you live if you new this was your last few days? How would that perspective change how you live life if it lasted longer? I feel a great need to be productive, to meet, to embrace, to rush around like mad making the most of my time in Toronto. I should brand this feeling onto my brain like one last cattle mark o la ville' du vache.

40 hours and counting (I guess.*). Toronto waits for me like an open-air market of possibility. Looking for skate parks, adventure, another piece of what is becoming me.



* Deadlines have domesticated my ambition. I've got to learn how to produce without them, damn it, or be sentenced to cable-tv type contentment.