Its that time of year again! Personally its one of my favorite times of the year. That’s right : Christmas!
Although the holidays in Toronto tend to be more of a cold / wet / slushy experience, I try not to let that put a hamper in my holiday spirit.
I like to take long walks in North York late at night. The peaceful quietness of winter surrounds me as I stroll through mine and adjorning neighborhoods. I tend to take each cold breath as if it were my last — that’s how I’ve decided to live my life recently since my stint at being mayor of our great city.
Time takes its toll on everyone — including me. I’ve noticed myself questioning whether my wife, Marilyn, realizes this as well. With the difficulty of explaining such a brooding subject to her being such a daunting task, I tend to just limit our conversations to “Whats for lunch?” and “You wouldn’t stop snoring last night!” and “I noticed your bladder is leaking more often than normal, I made an appointment with your doctor”.
Time is a funny thing. Changing your perception from present to past in recollection, or towards the future in hope, changes your perception of the actual passage of time. In recollection, it becomes a blur. That’s what I’m beginning to realize at this moment.
I have regrets, as do most people. Marilyn is asking me what I got her for Christmas. I’m not sure what to tell her.