I'm feeling pretty nostalgic today for the lake and camp. I think it started in the coffee shop this morning. I usually make coffee at home, but I didn't have time so I stopped at a place called 'Rustic Combo' on Queen West. It might actually be called something else, I'm not convinced that I have the name right. I am, however, certain that there is a cow in the sign. Don't ask me why though. Anyways as soon as I walked in I noticed that it smelled exactly like the kitchen does at Caughnawana and I wished I wasn't running late so I could stay there longer and get more of that specific coffee/bacon/delicious food/cold air in the morning smell. I was late though so I paid for my coffee and left. Work. etc. It happened again though. I was walking down College street, on my way from work to class and I smelled something familiar. Something that reminded me of camp. I couldn't figure it out right away, but the sound clued me in. Chopping wood. Fresh wood in general. There really was someone outside a restaurant patio on a College st side street chopping through a pick-up truck box full of wood. It's not something you see a lot of in downtown Toronto. Those who have wood fire places here generally do no chop their own wood on the sidewalk. Maybe they were practicing an ax murder or something, but the smell of wood being chopped was really nice. Only a few steps further, still smelling the woody smell I walked past a truck and smelled that kind of distinctive chainsaw oil smell, but now that I'm thinking about it, it wasn't a truck smell at all. So I'm not sure where that came from. I could have imagined it to go with the wood smell. Chainsaw oil and cut wood are a lovely combination, and if you think I'm joking or being sarcastic about that, you need to go camping more often. Anyways, things smelled nice today. Nice and familiar.
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