barefoot on bloor...

sometimes life is like this: you're walking beside a busy street, feet sore for this and that reason, and your heart's reverb is in the same direction. things that matter are falling, shattering, or just plain walking away from you. you're missing them or at least thinking about them.

and then it starts to rain

i mean pour

so you walk for a bit more thinking it won't be so bad, you won't get so wet. but you get so wet. so up goes the umbrella-ella-ella eh eh eh, and down goes whatever was in your hands-ands-ands oh oh oh. slip slop slide, your feet wish-wash around in your flipflops. off go the flipflops.

the rain gets harder

you're drenched to the bone, umbrella down, flipflops off walking barefoot down bloor street and smiling wider than you've smiled in months because you realize that life is hard...and that's half the fun of it.