It is night and the city is hushed. Armed with my BR hoodie and my Moon Mix, I stepped into the refreshing night air, a brilliant full moon jutting out from the sky above.

I could see my breath this morning as I walked into the naked air. The sun had barely been up for an hour, imperceptible behind lines of houses and trees, but casting a faint orange glow on everything around me. The chilly morning breeze was a sign that glorious morning weather has already begun.

There’s about two months through the entire year when stepping outside makes me feel as if I’m only beginning my life, when I forget everything and lose myself to the blanketing sun, the brisk breeze, the freshness of the air. Ever since I was young I’ve had a picture in my mind of walking down a city street on a new morning, emerald lawns swaying in the shade, almost indescribably perfect. I’m determined to find this place one day and share it with someone.

It’s always disappointing to first learn that weather will be nice and cool in three days, and then find out that the initial prediction was wrong the day before. It was supposed to be in the low 20’s tomorrow, but now it’s slated to be in the high 20’s. Aaron has a tee-off time set up for us tomorrow, but unless we can find a third party with a car, I won’t be able to go. Aaron stops working at the course in a week, so this will most likely be the last chance of the season to get out on the course, which is a pity since I got my clubs resized last year.

Trolley is coming down this weekend, as he has three days off from his job at the LCBO. I’ll be looking forward to drinking, watching some Mr. Show, and generally just hanging out.

Tom is planning a camping trip sometime in September, and unless I lose a limb, I’m going to go. Actually, the loss of a limb may be completely irrelevant. I love camping but I hate the summer, so any opportunity to be outdoors when the weather is cool is prime.

Christine has a writing project up, which I’ll gladly be partaking in soon. I always enjoy the chance to write creatively in a non-competitive environment. What, exactly, has made the buffalo so bitter is another story.

I stepped off the bus this morning, and the sun was low in the sky. The wind blew cool and fresh on my face, a welcome change from the muggy atmosphere further south. Exhausted as I was from my traveling, the weather refreshed me, and it all felt like happiness.

The food in my freezer seems to be alright, even after the power outage. That saves me from having to get delivery the next time I go grocery shopping. I was pretty worried at first, since Nick helped me stock up on food the last time he came over.

My Fujifilm MX-1700 has stopped working. The lens cover is stuck in the open position, and the lens refuses to extend. I’ve never had a problem with a camera, so I don’t know what to do about the situation. The MX-1700 has served me well, ever since I got it three years ago. It does everything I need it to, and since I only take pictures for web based things, I don’t need a resolution above 1280×1024. I might consider getting another one, depending on how much this one will cost to fix, and the options available on the digital camera market right now.