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.