The photograph on the dashboard taken years ago Turned around backwards so the windshield shows Every street light reveals a picture in reverse Still it’s so much clearer
R.E.M., “Nightswimming”
There’s not a lot I can write about my rest days in Toronto. It’s still an emotional tangle. I spent time with people I love dearly and had gone far too long without seeing only to have to leave them after too short of a time. I spent an evening with my friends from university. I spent a whole day with my friend who used to live upstairs. My family travelled up from London to see me. I saw my friend who biked across Canada last year and has lots of advice to share. I barely took any pictures because I wanted to live in the moments instead of documenting them. I’ll spend the next few days alone on the road thinking wistfully about this time. I’ll need to come back more often in the future now that I’ve been reminded what I’m missing.
I was also reunited with Boris who was a kitten when I last saw him.
