Dear Toronto,  

I've heard so much about your indulgent ways.
 
The bustle of the Big Smoke, the anonymity of the crowd, the lush canopy of your concrete jungle. Your romantic streets, your dark secrets and hidden treasures, the tender warmth of your embrace in the coldest hours. I've heard too of the luxury, the decadence- the depravity and the yearning- the desperate ache you inspire in your lords and ladies. I want to feel it all.  

Let's not be strangers- come show me your wildest.  

I am a flower in bloom- at once warm and cool, tantalizing and sweet in that tender way young women can be sometimes. I have a poet's heart- a tendency to look for the beauty around me, to do things for the sake of having done them well- and a writer's soul. This winter, I bring these things to you, Toronto- and invite you to show me what you would make of them.

I challenge you, Toronto, to battle of the wits and wills.  Word play (and other play); mental sparring; innuendo in the nude.  
 
Bring your A game.  
I'll bring mine.

December 7-10th.

We play for keeps.  

XO
T