Some times, falling into philosophical mood, I would think : why one day is different from the other (if you are not in a prison, locked in a cellar, of course)? If something not good happens we would think: tomorrow is another day.And it is. No matter what. Today, out of blue, I put it on my calculator: if I am to live for 75 years - all is left about 6570 days.Not much, really. But the thought that all of them will be different, kind of warmed my heart. It makes sense now that we have to do our best to make every day fun, interesting, rich - memorable. Or at least not to fill it in with misery , other bad stuff. Actually, it would be interesting to take at least one picture, that could sum up that day, 365 days, and then to look at those pictures.. . What a collage could happen! Full of events and emotions. Thrilling! Nobody tried it yet? Could be a great project! May be that what Vivien Mayers was doing?
Anyways, it's late and tomorrow will be different - it's all over TV and Radio -SNOW STORM IS COMING TO TORONTO. Wow, smth. really new... I'll take my camera to work tomorrow.
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