With a busy weekend of shows ahead, I'm taking today off. There's nothing quite like a mid-week day off, when most of the city is at work, and you can putter about: no crowds, no hustle, the day all your own.
And there's something about daylight.
This time of year, in this part of the world, the sun rises and falls faster than a Hollywood ingenue. The days are remarkably short, only a brief moment of light in the morning, when you're least able to appreciate it, coffee not yet coarsing through your veins, before shuttering yourself away at work all day. And then the commute home, always in the pitch. Barely a chance to absorb a little Vitamin D, let alone look and enjoy the things that surround. No time for light bulbs to take a rest. No time for shadows to crawl across your carpet.
(Did you spot the CN Tower?)