I went to see a fabulously silly movie that I absolutely adored…and on the way back home the sun was setting, and there was a thick fog the the ground, with that thick, sweetish smell that comes with it…and I remembered how much I love southern Ontario, how it can go from absolutely urban to nothing but rolling countryside in a matter of minutes. So there we were, driving through the in-between places between Kitchener and Guelph, with the fog in our noses, singing along to the music in the car, windows wide open, and I felt the way I’m supposed to feel at moments like that, so happy, so overwhelmingly happy, that the only thing I can compare it to is complete dispair in its totalizing impact. There was a moment there that I thought I was crying. I’m not sure I wasn’t. And with nothing but happiness. And why? Because I’m alive, because I have a future, because good things happen, and they even happen to me. Do you ever turn around and realize that you are a gift to yourself?