50 days of grey

My Dearest Toronto,

I sit here in one of my favourite states, just about done with the second or third helping of that crisp nectar that brought me to reminiscing.  Half packed boxes abound this living room, even though there are at least 50 days until we lock the door for the last time.
Perhaps we will leave it unlocked.
There will be nothing left but memories.

Memories of nights like this, of binge watching Netflix and bottomless Late Autumn Riesling, and thoughts flooding in, impatient for tomorrow, for next week for the adventure to come.

But you, Toronto, are not easy to leave.  You have written on my heart as in stone, for a little wine is hardly symbolic of all that you have taught me and shared with me and allowed me to experience.

Only God knows what would have happened if I had not dared to call you home, dared to embrace the adventure of a new place, rich in diversity and newness and excitement.
How many ways do I love thee?
Endless.
And that same delicious want, has reared it's dormant head and now with the Lover you introduced me to, I giddily embrace this new chance,

To fall in love again.