I sit in McDonald’s, writing about my diet, about quitting drinking, about drinking decafe, listening to music from the 80’s and looking out the window at the cheap and dusty cars at the back of the drive thru and the Sunday evening traffic out on Ottawa Street, the slowly setting sun and marveling about the way the wispy clouds remind me of driftwood found on a Nova Scotia beach.
Yeah, it’s that kind of day and I’m in that kind of mood, not sad or melancholy, or disappointed, just like a window in a 2006 Chevy PT Cruiser, reflective.
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