Today was they type of day that I wished would never end. I met a friend, ate a cheeseburger, and skateboarded through the wide, tidy streets of my old Toronto neighbourhoods. The sun was warm, the air was good, and my skateboard was perfectly broken-in beneath my feet. Garage sales were blossoming like late summer flowers, and stunt planes were soaring overhead in formation for the air show.
I know that people are suffering all over the world, and I wish that I really did have super powers so that I could rescue all the starving dogs from the roofs of the houses in New Orleans. I must be some sort of monster to feel so happy, but today my old soul felt good in its skin, and I was grateful to be alive, once again.
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