Originally written for Canada Arts Connect.
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f any day at work ever dragged unbearably, it was this day. By the time 6pm rolled around, I felt like a little kid on the last day of school, running for my bike. Pedalling never felt more like flying.
Before there could be music, there was some other love to soak up. I first went to Swirl, a local wine bar, to toast a friend’s birthday over pink wine and a cheese plate. Then, I swung by …