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7:00 a.m. Morning, Not Routine
The bicycle couriers congregate at the Jet Fuel coffee shop.
The barista is surly
I bungee my travel mug into my bike basket and head towards the sunrise The park falls into a large leash-free zone at the bottom of a hill.
Dogwalkers by the dozen hold their coffees and share doggy notes. Beyond the dog zone the Don River once ran.
Now the Don Valley Parkway
(The Toronto Zoo was here when I was growing up
Now the Riverdale Farm.
The ba-aa-aaing of the lambs provide a soundtrack
above the traffic hums below.) Here at the top of the hill,
a pile of topsoil left by the city
for spring planting A young man fills his recycling container, and carries it off
A Chinese woman fills a shopping cart with soil
and gets away before the city workers come It must be 8 by now
The dogwalkers and soil stealers have dispersed
the highway is bumper-to-bumper I'll head back to my messy office
sans dog
sans soil
sans routine
and start to work.–
Thanks OB. I wanted to make it a #todayswritingprompt but didn't know what to ask for. I just wanted to share a little something. It's clouded over now (threatening thunder), but the early early mornings are glorious.