In the winter the barren trees shall be a black writing but they shall not understand it.
Went to the library after work again. Finished reading Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. It is a wholly remarkable book. Without question, it's on my list of favorite books. I can't articulate how much I enjoyed it. I'm going to join stonesofyork now.
On my bike ride home, I saw an old Chinese man practicing the erhu on a bench outside Science World.
Also, as I was biking hard up Ontario Street (it is a long motherfucker of a hill), a middle-aged man grinned at me and said, "good for you!" I think it should be common practice for strangers to cheer me on when I'm biking up hard hills.
On my bike ride home, I saw an old Chinese man practicing the erhu on a bench outside Science World.
Also, as I was biking hard up Ontario Street (it is a long motherfucker of a hill), a middle-aged man grinned at me and said, "good for you!" I think it should be common practice for strangers to cheer me on when I'm biking up hard hills.