Ground Zero

The sun is shining. The air is warm. It is the perfect fall day. Seated on the terrace at Le Tassé, I have a view of Dolor-Biron Park a short distance away. The leaves on most of the trees are green with a tinge of yellow. High up there is a patch of red that is vibrant and bold. That reminds me of a time when I felt vibrant and bold, when I had a certain zest for life. Lately, I don’t feel alive in the world, or excited about much that life has to offer.
So this afternoon, smack-dab in the mi...