With the changing of the seasons, and the dying of the warmth, I find myself drawn to the natural philosophical reflections that follow.
I scroll. We all do. If you say you don’t, you’re a liar. I do it first thing in the morning. But I have a routine.
We all like games on our phones. I mean, they’re easy, the keep us from getting bored. But I don’t know if you’ve noticed what they’re taking away from you:
Sustainability, zero-waste: these are all slogans we throw around. But I’m really doing my best to move towards this.
Well, it’s full into the swing of school.
In a strange way, the trip home marked the end of summer for me. It’s the last trip I get to go on.
I had some trouble sleeping while up at the cottage
Through a series of fortunate, and misfortunate, events, we all ended up in Huntsville for an afternoon. Though I would’ve loved spending the day in the lake, you know me and water, I’m also not one to say no to an adventure.
When you live in Toronto, and you’re on your way to the cottage, there is one place you must stop – Webers.
The sky was dramatic, think “Wuthering Heights” dramatic. It was somewhere between ‘teenage angst’ and ‘existential crisis’;
