Misty days, caught in the rain.

First things first faithful few

Misty <-- Open in new tab to hear awesome while you read.

If you haven't yet, go listen to this track, it's A) fucking awesome, and B) hopefully a taste of what is to come.

It's my brothers band, they reunited not too long ago and are talking about doing some recordings (EP, LP, not sure yet)

He used to play this in my living room all the time and his vocals soared. We had thin walls and I could hear this throughout my entire tiny place. This is the soundtrack to the best memories I have in my apartment in Toronto. I hear this, on a sunny day, and I miss it so much it almost hurts.

I want to go skating, I want to go filming, I want to strap gloves to my hands, throw a board under my feet and duck and weave my way through an unsuspecting pedestrian population. I want to tuck and bomb hills, screaming past cyclists and cars. Do you have any idea how fast it feels to be moving 40 or 50 Kph when you're standing on a piece of wood attached to wheels?

I want to do Parkour, to sprint into a world of concrete with a shit eating grin and take it by force. To move with ease up and over stone walls and railings, to free fall and roll and never lose momentum. Heart racing and entirely calm in my mind.

I want the weather to change, the scenery to change, and the city to be my home. I want to be moving at a million miles an hour.

I want to be in school...I want to meet new people. Sitting on my ass in Pickering is not my aspiration.

All of these things I want, but I have to live up to my name and go after them. The weather will change without me, the longboarding and Parkour will come with ease. Progress will not come without time and effort though. The school and city living will take more work, but it's not impossible. This is the nexus in which I stand. What do I have to do to make it all align again, to get it back, to make it better than it ever was?

I'm serious that when ever I find myself still, and my mind starts to drift, I picture myself sprinting. I never know what I'm running from, or where I'm running to, but I recognize it's a internal cry for freedom. Stop sitting on your ass my body screams,
GO DO SOMETHING.

Internally I'm all a jumble, but things are sorting themselves out. One wake up call after another and you start to make progress.