If the rest of summer is like today, I will be very, very happy. I like me some dry, warm weather, with a little cool breeze thrown in. Walking home this evening, I noticed how mellow the city gets with the warmer weather, and what a great city this is to live in. We have been called "provincial", but if that means clean and relatively safe, so be it. We have everything a big, international city has, but not the anonymity. I've lived in cities where you never ever come across people you know in the street, but in Toronto, it happens all the time. I may dream of other places, but there's a reason I'm still here: I feel safe, I feel at home.