It was hot yesterday. Sticky stinking hot where the humidex rose into the forties, the air was thick and everyone was moving like a zombie and sighing.

I could have languished near a fan and napped like a cat but then I thought of all the long dreary winter days when I am pining for summer and feeling miserable. With that in mind The Sweetie and I rented a canoe at Harbourfront and escaped the grumbling, the wilting and the oppressive heat. We paddled along the Toronto Islands feeling the coolish air rise from the lake, spotting herons and watching the leaves on the trees glimmering like the light from disco balls. Admiring the cityscape through a mist of smog suddenly felt romantic, like we were viewing the city through a soft focus lens. It felt like a coup to carve out some peaceful nature time from what would otherwise be a muggy, mundane day. We paddled for a few hours and then sat outside on a patio with a pitcher of beer, heavy canoe paddling arms and smug expressions on our faces.

It was glorious. Despite the fact that I was covered with yellow dye that was coming off my wet bag, like I was perspiring bright yellow alien sweat. Despite the fact that I am growing a giant pimple in the middle of my forehead so that I resembled a young developing unicorn. Despite the fact that my hair was plastered to my forehead, and my face had a weird otherworldly sheen because of my heavy-handed sunscreen slathering. I think I smelled. I never felt better. I was a sultry, steamy, summertime minx.

Summer days and stolen magical moments will do that to a person.

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