The Carnival Drive

I love the drive up the Don Valley Parkway at night, especially tonight, when the air is misty and the cars are sparse. The songs in Priscilla Chan’s newest album play like carnival music, waltzing and dipping as the road curves slightly left then slightly right. My car flutters along the left rail. On a merry-go-round, the distance between horses is fixed. On the Parkway tonight, my car passes car after car like picking flowers. The carnival music makes the trip more playful.

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By the way...

What do you call that thin flaky layer that wraps a peanut?

I want to expand my vocabulary. I want more pencil crayons. I want different shades of red.