Indian summer

I am enjoying the last of the summer or what they called Indian summer (false summer) other racism toward the Indian(first nation) by labeling them liars (false). I enjoyed my regular walk, the two police men were so funny. I found the new Turkish place, the Latino cafe finally the Italian baker since they don't use liquor in their pastry. The winter would come and I will miss my walks. Winter with its grey, sad weather. No where to go expect the malls which are full of germs. Grey, dark, lonely winter days with long cold nights. My only pleasure a cup of hot latte. Going to Tim drinking his strong coffee. Or go back 4 years ago, 3 years from today how was it?

Me without head cover, my long hair, tall doing my small things happy as I am content with the small thing in my life. Find nice cream winter coat from The Bay with 20 % discount that were my simple pleasure. What happen to my life ? why is it that complicated? Why can't be happy any more ? who stole my light from me? Shall take those happy pills? or turn to comfort food? Or move to small town?
Give up, happiness only in death or after life for this life contains only sadness better to accept and take away all these false ideas about enjoying my life.