Wednesday, With Teeth

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Odd weather in Toronto right now, but even though Cal and I got caught in a drench-level downpour three separate times on our way to Surrey Place, I must admit that I quite like it. The sky is soft and rippling with overcast, the air misty, the spring-into-summer new growth lush and verdant, even when water-heavy. Somebody’s been speed-planting banks of tulips everywhere; as I passed through the park after getting my teeth fixed this morning, my tongue and both sides of my jaw still too numb to speak intelligibly, I walked past a bank located just kitty-corner to the high-foaming fountain, every bloom a perfect shade of waxen-ivory shot with purple which flared out wide at each petal’s bottom, like a guttering flame.

The damp air smelled of all sorts of secretive and natural things: Grass-shavings, cedar dust, stone. Nothing like mid- to late summer, when the baking/humid city heat accelerates every disgusting smell humanity’s managed to inflict on itself—petrol, tar, ozone, caulk, chlorine, garbage—and makes you feel like you’re being poached in Lake Ontario shoreline scum. “It almost seemed like England,” Mom said, later on, and I agree; well worth a little inconvenience.

Otherwise, Cal had a great time at Surrey Place, and it all worked out fairly well; didn’t go to BodyCombat, but that’s just because I feel like crap generally (probably PMS). And now I’m going to make an early night of it, so I can wake up fresh and rock the word-count tomorrow. Drugs, here I come!

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secretive and natural things

mmmm--wonderful