Sudden shifts in weather always conjure up somewhat foreign feelings. Not Morocco foreign, though. More like Canada foreign. The barely conscious memories of dozens of other similar feeling days trying to sneak into your conscious thoughts. Some half-making it. Some making it all the way. It'll make you do things like wanna blow off work for a suburban mall. Or take a walk down the street to a non-existent train station. Or light a candle. Or use a certain brand of soap. Today was one of those days. The recent heat giving way to a sudden chill. It came at the right time, too. Capped off a week filled with reasons for introspection. Good reasons.

I laughed at Paul last night for twice remarking that he willed something into happening. But I don't know. Maybe there's something to it.