Despite the city's temporary return to winter, I couldn't help but walk with a bounce in my step today. Yes, the sky was grey and the streets were grey and I had spent all afternoon inside a grey library reading yellowed articles, but my always favourite song was playing and I felt at home running into a friend on a subway platform. For a moment, during that walk down a familiar street, everything fell into place and sense. There was a future awaiting me and I was eager to meet it. It felt okay that feelings fell short while too much else was felt. Felt feel feeling. I am always feeling but I was okay with that, too.