We walk down the dark country road. He is a little drunk and I know these wide open spaces make him miss home. He speaks of Newfoundland with a pain because he knows it will never be home to him ever agian. the conflict must be hard. To love Toronto so much, but miss home so much. A dark look washes over him when he talks about what the stars out there are like. He closes his eyes for a second while talking, The ocean air is another thing he misses.

I grab his hand while we walk down this road, the beam from the flashlight jumps as he walks. We just walk, we don't know where we are going. The party seems like it is miles away now, maybe it is. We just walk, and he tells me about home, he tells stories i've heard, but i don't say anything, telling me lets him remember. But all of the sadness in his voice is becuase he now knows he loves toronto too much to leave. But the northen Ontario stars will always be bittersweet.