I went for a walk with <personnage>Ericka</personnage> at High Park today. It felt good to see some trees instead of concrete, if only for an evening. Sure,
it’s not New Brunswick, but it’s better than nothing. </br></br>
High Park is one of the few places that I still like in Toronto. When I plucked up the courage to leave Hamilton 17 years ago (already!), everything looked beautiful in the ‘big’ city.
I went for a walk with <personnage>Ericka</personnage> at High Park today. It felt good to see some trees instead of concrete, if only for an evening. Sure,
it’s not New Brunswick, but it’s better than nothing. </br></br>
High Park is one of the few places that I still like in Toronto. When I plucked up the courage to leave Hamilton 17 years ago (already!), everything looked beautiful in the ‘big’ city.
