Reflections on a month that flew by too fast and a goal I felt slipping away
It's steep. Quite steep. But with your help, I think I can make it!
Oh! November...you snuck up on me.
For the hoppin' mad this evening
Without the guts, there is no glory. Make no mistake, there will be pain.
The sun will come out tomorrow. Promise
We flashed back to a simpler time. And saw a big ship!
Views from the train. Oshawa edition.