Well hello there! Another day, another story from last weekend. Don’t worry, it’s a short one; there’s a cold drink on a nearby patio with my name on it, and oh look! one with yours, too. Happy Friday, all!
Before I could get on my way to way, way out of town for my best friend’s 30th birthday, I had to travel through a neighbourhood that was a bit sketchy. Ok, a lot bit sketchy. Now I promise you, my love for certain time-travelling 900 year old aliens notwithstanding, my head’s not always in the clouds. I know there are neighbourhoods like that not so far away from me, and I know that many peoples’ experience of living in this city are very, very different from mine. I don’t know what that would feel like.
I still don’t. But after last weekend, I know that art and light and good things can flourish at any address. On an abandoned storefront at the corner of Bloor St and Somewhere, someone had painted a gorgeous mural that read:
Get up. Get dressed. Go outside. It’s beautiful today.
I may or may not have been all snuffley and snot-nosed by the time I arrived at my friend’s birthday party. It may or may have been because I was so very happy to see her.
And the sun was out.