Him: Is it raining outside?
Me: O let’s go for a womantic coffee date!
Toronto is one of those (slightly) dysfunctional places where a little rain creates little oceans around the curb. By the end of the coffee date, my shoes were in the same condition as that day when we walked around cape lookout along the Oregon Coast (see picture above).
As we sat outside Rooster Coffee drinking cortado (as always) watching the reflections of the headlights, a pink balloon floated across Jarvis Street.
i++ Rooster Coffee Jarvis
i++ Pink Balloon
i++ The Rain
i++ Little Oceans
In 2016, I celebrated my birthday at Black Sheep Inn and experienced a swirling sensation as we hiked the Quilotoa Loop. Our destination seemed well within reach but the path was obscured by the multitude of valleys between here and there. Then the low clouds came in and the lay of the land became even more mystifying.
In 2018, how shall I celebrate my birthday? Well, birthdays are about believing in magic and magic is especially important in February, which may feel like the darkest and coldest month.
Option A: mountaintop skating because everything is more magical on top of a mountain
Option B: finding the windiest spot in Toronto for kite flying because life is about having a long volatility strategy
Option C: watching the night sky and believing that the stars are perhaps fireflies hovering just out of reach
turning from Pacific Avenue unto Bloor Street
we saw the harvest moon rising
(here is a crappy snapshot)
(maybe too many people are posting too many beautiful photos)
grilled octopus + moscato @ bricco
(a note on notes of lychee
sometimes when I read this in a magazine
i wonder if it’s a nice way of saying smells like canned fruit
but this is the real thing)
armed n simcoe @ rainhard brewing
notes of real lychee
(simcoe may just be the most interesting hop in the world)
(best way to travel to japan without getting on an airplane)
(always a good way to start a long weekend)