Submarine

Dear Toronto,

Today is the first day in little over a year that I woke up completely rested. Despite my endless coughing from working in a smoke saturated environment I feel very alert. But, I digress.

What is it about the world that thrives on misery? As I type I’m accompanied by an evil thought that somehow this will be uninteresting to the majority simply because of my preset recharged state...

I think often how wonderful it would be to hear some good news on the T.V. at dinner time for a change. And not about celebrities or soft furry animals either. I want to sit down on some random Wednesday night and hear that more money is going to be spent on the AIDS epidemic, cancer research, or if I’m so lucky enough to see in my lifetime; renewable energy.

I wonder if somewhere down the road where I sit and type right now will be completely under water. Leaving all of the beautiful memory’s I’ve created in this place drowned never to be revisited again unless I inherited a submarine. Now I want to go on a submarine ride.

My wife came home and I lost my train of thought.