Queen’s Park, Ontario
I was navigating my way through the fairly unknown pathways of the grounds at University of Toronto – the nooks and crannies, you might say. In my exploration with the sun strong enough to cast shadows I could see from the end of one narrow alleyway a shadowing figure of a human shape, bent over. “A homeless person,” I concluded, but as I reached the alley’s end I found a middle-aged, middle-class woman smelling the flowers.
“Hello!” said I or she. I wasn’t sure who began the conversation first yet we got onto talking all about the smell of the bright daffodils. “I didn’t know they had a sent,” I admitted to the woman who was really poking around at nature, a laudable thing to do. We started walking, distancing ourselves adequately. She led me to a small growth of violets. Neat. You never know what you’re going to find in a nook-hood.
I came upon the space of what they call Queen’s Park, where the provinces legislature takes place—a handsome building, really. I sat there, looked at it square off and was surprised to see that the edifice isn’t symmetrical in design. You wouldn’t notice that until you took a hard look.
It seems to me that in your own neighbourhood there are always new mysteries to explore. It’s rather fun. On my return to the ashram I noticed Mr. Hockey (my words for a sculpture in Yorkville) has this mask over his face—a statement on safety during the creepy corona invasion.
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