U of T, Toronto
Getting Around, Looking
While I strolled through some of
the U of T campus, I also included meandering through swanky Yorkville, a dodgy
strip of Yonge St., the platinum strip on Bloor, and a section of historic
Annex. I observed the flow of pedestrians during the course. I was surprised by
the turnout of shoppers. January sales is the draw. Despite covid restrictions,
many folks are not deterred; despite the weather conditions being not the
friendliest. Temperatures have been down, but the sun has been up offering a
burst of optimism.
One really good thing about
winter is the traffic is slower. Rough sounding engines so prevalent in the
summer are somewhat muffled by snow during the lull in people’s passions. It’s
much more peaceful. I was never for those barracudas on wheels. Fearsome they
are. And I never could understand why tickets aren’t issued to those on Harley
Davidsons. Why is it that they can get away roaring through the summer and no
one else can? I guess they’re tough guys and gals and police are reluctant to
mess with them.
My morning was calm. Our small
crew of monks and two guests tuned into the beautiful words of the Bhagavatam,
Canto Eleven, where a monk talks about his twenty-four gurus within nature. On
top of the list is the mountain noted for its charitable disposition of
offering water from snow. That pristine H20 is the most generous of
gifts. Mountains do give.
May the Source be with you!