Day 49

The perfect colour

Sometimes it is a smell, sometimes a taste, the first beat to a song, everyone has some kind of trigger that puts a smile on their face and reminds them that we really do have it pretty good.

For me it happen when I'm sitting out on the patio of my favourite watering hole the Rhino, right around the time in the evening the sun hits the big pink wall. Lighting it up with perfect summer light, I know that soon as I look down I'll be surrounded by good friends, good drinks, and reminded that I really do have it pretty good.

As Sharon pointed out to me as I took these shots, I will indeed miss Toronto.