A Solitary Time

I needed time to get away from it all, to be by myself for a bit. I drove on no particular route, simply aiming the front bumper toward water and allowing myself the freedom to just get lost for a while. The neighbourhoods I saw reminded me just how sad and lonely the town can be. Dilapidated buildings down every street, long ago forgotten and neglected. People gathered in front of shops and on street corners, together yet still so apart. So many of them look broken — as broken as the buildings they surround themselves with.

The waterfront was a welcome sight, a change from the bleak blues and greys of downtown. Spring’s arrival has transformed the park, leaving it green and alive. Looking out upon Lake Ontario, the water was choppy and rough. But, as the sun set and cast an orange glow on Toronto’s skyline in the distance, it was hard not to feel at peace.