If I'm going to wake up at
midnight I may as well be out and about to see the
sun rise. I can't understand what motivated me but it was strong, so strong that once I was trudging through
Canada's poorest neighbourhood en route to a hidden park to install myself, I wasn't surprised to be informed by a friendly passing stranger (
junkie?
prostitute? your call...) that it was the first day of
Spring. Some part of me must have known.
watching helicopters take off
old people practicing tai chi
animals in pairs
A more fitting inception for a day ending in a wake I cannot conceive of.