On a leisurely Friday afternoon, I took the opportunity to spend some time in one of my favourite Toronto neighborhoods, Roncesvalles Avenue.It's good to see the street humming with life after the past few years struggling with a lot of street construction that hampered local businesses and contributed to a few closing up. There are plenty of new businesses going up, lots of new restaurant life.
I stopped as I usually do at She Said Boom, a second-hand book and music shop. And sure enough, there was that perfect moment when I walked through the door, and that smell of old books and the sound of Jonathan Richman and The Modern Lovers playing "Circle I" on the turntable combined to hit me all at once. I left the shop with a copy of the novel "The Amazing Absorbing Boy" by Rabindranath Maharaj, and of course, the record they were playing when I walked in, "Modern 88". That's not the first time that's happned there, and it won't be the last.
I walked down the avenue, an unusually mild winter day. Shops had their flowers and fruit on display. A low rider bike pedaled up the avenue, towing a child carrier behind it. I ducked my head into a few other shops, picked up an outstanding latte from Cherry Bomb Coffee, and made my way down to the lake. If you walk long enough, far enough, you reach water.
Winter took the day off, and I found a bench at Sunnsyside Beach to watch the water and world go by. Joggers ran the boardwalk. Cyclists rode the path. I was met by birds paddling in the lake. A pair of swans seemed out of place in the January sun, but there they were:
I was reminded of something a friend said the other night, on a much colder occasion. She piled up her winter jacket, bag, scarf, and all the things required to endure winter. She observed winter takes up a lot of space. Today, winter took the day off, lifting its burden of all the things that take up so much space.
I had my music turned off, choosing to just sit and indulge in the meditation that comes from listening to the rhythm of waves reaching the shore.
Everything flows, everything breathes. It was a good day.
I stopped as I usually do at She Said Boom, a second-hand book and music shop. And sure enough, there was that perfect moment when I walked through the door, and that smell of old books and the sound of Jonathan Richman and The Modern Lovers playing "Circle I" on the turntable combined to hit me all at once. I left the shop with a copy of the novel "The Amazing Absorbing Boy" by Rabindranath Maharaj, and of course, the record they were playing when I walked in, "Modern 88". That's not the first time that's happned there, and it won't be the last.
I walked down the avenue, an unusually mild winter day. Shops had their flowers and fruit on display. A low rider bike pedaled up the avenue, towing a child carrier behind it. I ducked my head into a few other shops, picked up an outstanding latte from Cherry Bomb Coffee, and made my way down to the lake. If you walk long enough, far enough, you reach water.
Winter took the day off, and I found a bench at Sunnsyside Beach to watch the water and world go by. Joggers ran the boardwalk. Cyclists rode the path. I was met by birds paddling in the lake. A pair of swans seemed out of place in the January sun, but there they were:
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I was reminded of something a friend said the other night, on a much colder occasion. She piled up her winter jacket, bag, scarf, and all the things required to endure winter. She observed winter takes up a lot of space. Today, winter took the day off, lifting its burden of all the things that take up so much space.
I had my music turned off, choosing to just sit and indulge in the meditation that comes from listening to the rhythm of waves reaching the shore.
Everything flows, everything breathes. It was a good day.
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I like this post. :) I need to wander around Roncy on the next nice weekend day.
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