Because I'm so sour and cynical

I thought I would write something quick and cheerful and happy. Luc bought me a book of poetry. Poetry. I sat in bed last night and leafed through beautiful pages of poetry courtesy of my thoughtful boyfriend. I think I'll try to read a few poems from this book before bed every night. For now, I'm going to go outside and bask in the visual poetry of Coal Harbour on a glorious, sun baked afternoon.