tamera

last night i went to a training session for a wine event i’m doing on sunday. i wore heels for the second time this year – the other time being sunday night when i wore them to the girls’ house for a party and took them off at the door. so on the way home, rather than taking the 10minute walk home from bathurst station, i decided to wait for the streetcar.

after a 10 minute wait i gave up and decided to just enjoy the night and deal with aching feet later. I started walking south and within a minute or so, a girl about my age turned around with a big smile and said, “we’re walking the same speed!” I replied with something about how awkward it can get when this phenomenon happens and no one acknowledges it. i say something about how uncomfortable people are with sharing a sidewalk with someone else.

we walk together and discuss the grand spaces of north america and how these expanses have effected the culture of the north american. personal space is paramount. what’s mine is mine and i’m uncomfortable with you disrespecting it.

she is from toronto, studies environmental science at guelf and was was on her way to a friend’s going away party. cheap beer and wings, she said.

at the corner of harbord and bathurst we hugged and bid one another a great night. i walked east, she walked south. But for a few minutes, we walked the same sidewalk, shared common thoughts, and perhaps made north america a bit smaller place.

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Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
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