moving forward

there's this sense i have about the way things are going—i'm not sure what brought me to it. maybe it was the last minute rideshare out of the city, bumping into a traveler coming back from montréal on the way there. or that tomer was at the second cup on laurier east. it could have been the aaron west soundtrack to it all. 

i mustered up my courage on a train bridge over a little canal. i said shehechianu as i threw my gremlins pin into the st lawrence. i don't care what they do with theirs.

i think it was the concept of progress. the feeling of fingernails scratching a peeling tattoo on st viateur watching chasidim strolling by with their kids. i was too warm for my jacket but they were still wearing shtreimels. the two hour phone call with my brother while i sat at the top of the fire escape at the st. james united church—drunk, moody and sentimental. that's what did it for me.

yeah—i'm moving forward.