My exchange in Toronto

In singlet and shorts
Fanning myself as we speak
Oh this humidity is killing me
I imagine a world I used to live:

Walking down Dundas street
It’s snowing and I’m trying not to slip
Bundled in clothes, down and fleece
At Eaton, that’s where we’ll meet

Waiting to thaw our frozen limbs
With a steaming cuppa inside Tim’s
Watching street cars zip here and there
Then brave the storm, hand in hand

Huddling under sheets, in comfy pants
Watching Avatar from day till end
Baked apple pie for later snacks
A stroll in the park, with piggybacks

That was a magical time I sorely missed
Laughter and tickles, love and kisses
You were once my everything
Now it seemed like distant dream

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