I'm a sucker

Maybe.

Last night I went for a walk in the rain. I've been feeling really restless. Julia claims its due to the low pressure system hanging over the city, and I'm inclined to believe her, it would explain why I feel this way in Vancouver more often than in Montreal.

I walked for an hour. An hour I could have spent working, but I didn't care. The rain was light, the air slightly warmer than I expected, and my feet carried me away from home and into the city. I love walking here, there's something neat around every bend, even if I have seen it all before. I let my feet take me where they want to go, there's no plan, no time limit. I love the freedom, the music in my ears playing a soundtrack to the city, imposing my thoughts upon her face. By the time I got home I was wet and tired, but not tired enough to sleep. There were no messages on my answering machine. It felt as if nobody existed but me in this huge lit town, the lights were on to trick me into feeling less alone. I lay awake wondering where we all were, where we were going, and who we were going with. Thinking about love, about how crazy things had become, how randomly things happened, how connected everything could be, tracing my life back to a single event and reversing it, wondering who I might have become. Its strange to see your life as it could have been. And then I thought: No Regrets. This is who I am.