These days it feels like I'm catapulted out of bed each morning and onto a fast-moving assembly line with stations labelled Breakfast, Shower, Subway, Work, and so forth.
On my way home yesterday, however, I did something slightly different. I rode the train one more stop than usual and instead of walking home briskly (already calculating my next move) I took it easy. I sauntered along Front Street, one of the more interesting streets in the city, and took it all in.
Behind coffee shop windows people were conversing; in book stores people were browsing; in the park beside Toronto's Flat Iron Building the floodlit fountain was gushing.
The fact is, I live in one of the more favored parts of the city, known for its trendy shops and restaurants, low crime rate, mixed income housing, and the famous St. Lawrence Market. But I haven't been stopping to notice it.
So last night I did--with gratitude.
On my way home yesterday, however, I did something slightly different. I rode the train one more stop than usual and instead of walking home briskly (already calculating my next move) I took it easy. I sauntered along Front Street, one of the more interesting streets in the city, and took it all in.
Behind coffee shop windows people were conversing; in book stores people were browsing; in the park beside Toronto's Flat Iron Building the floodlit fountain was gushing.
The fact is, I live in one of the more favored parts of the city, known for its trendy shops and restaurants, low crime rate, mixed income housing, and the famous St. Lawrence Market. But I haven't been stopping to notice it.
So last night I did--with gratitude.
posted by Ted | 3:54 PM
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