Fall makes me feel artsy

I've written poetry, wanted to paint, dance, sing, write songs basically everytime I've walked outside.

My wardrobe for the last 5 days has basically included long flowy skirts and new boots for a few reasons, but we won't go into ALL of them. Today it was snowy, leafy and windy. I was wearing my long coat and this flowy skirt today and the wind would come in these huge drafts and twirl the bottom of the skirt where it sticks out from the coat. It was very girly and romantic to watch the skirt flow one way or then the other. I almost felt like starting to twirl with the wind and leaves. Until....

"BEER!!!" My lovely reverie is interupted and I look up and across Broadway and in his apartment window is an old man holding a can of beer and motioning and yelling for me to "come here" . I quickly looked away and walked a little faster, but glanced back to see him doing the same thing to another young woman. I begin to wonder what about me looks as if I would be enticed to wandering across a downtown street into a foreign apartment building, to the room of an old man wearing a wife beater, in order to share some of that large can of beer he's holding up. Because of the way I'm dressed I can't as easily be placed in the high school category as if I were wearing sneakers and jeans.

Anyways, I've noticed by this point that there are a lot of junior high and high school students walking by, from Gordon Bell and I get a little concerned because I've heard of junior high girls getting alcohol and drugs from older men and.... yeah. Conveniently I was on my way to Tim Hortons which is right by the Police Station. I reported him and they sent someone over.