On Wednesdays:
Wrestle out of the perfection that is the Bermuda triangle. Leave the house. iPod “morning playlist”. Old African guy in the beige coat. Long haired skinny kid runs awkwardly on opposite sidewalk. Beer unloads at Diplomatico. The bike I always think is yours against the gate. Windows at Soundscapes. Manic. Americano with a straw. Three beautiful, smug Chinese tween sisters, arm-in-arm. Skinny mom on the Pashley. “Lenny” the homeless guy.
And then…..
Striding out of Queen’s Park station:
6 feet-something-amazing.
Striped scarf.
Watery eyes shielded by fogged up classic Holly glasses.
A streak of white hair on an otherwise young head.
A smirk.
Sometimes routines make even the least committed of us, excited to do that all over again.
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