The sky on my gaze upward on my walk to work today. Juxtaposition. The old building with the new. The light bouncing off the modern building. A puff of steam impersonating a cloud. All my favourite things.
I have been here almost a week. I am a homebody. I miss my home. My pillow. My car. My kids. My kitchen. My favourite neighbourhood places. Good to know. I usually ascribe derision and disdain to homogenous ho hum Ottawa.
