Symphony in Kew Park (Toronto)
Wind brushing the underside of my exposed legs.
Couple talking as they pass. Almost a murmur, I cannot make out the words.
Shaking of keys as man walks by, I wonder where he’s going.
Cars screeching as they break to my right, slowing down to the changing of the traffic light.
Ding-ding of a bike heading down Queen, it’s a lovely day to be on the road.
Green on top, white on bottom, Frisbee soaring through the air, between two girls. One does a super jump and catches the Frisbee way up high. For an instant, she is Super Girl. Her friend applauds the catch.
Crying toddler, pink tee, denim blue hat, awww adorable.
Truck heavily whirring as it passes by.
Brushes my hand, blades of green pushed back and forth, feeling the might of the wind blowing in jest.
Music, guitar and vocal playing a tune nearby. It sounds nice.
Kid waddling, almost tripping as he runs, thumb in mouth. Not a care in the world.
Bike engine brr-brr-brr-brrr-ing, announcing its presence. As if to say “You know I’m boss, right?”
Cute lil girl in pink shirt and skirt holding a branch with brown leaves in right hand, cuddling teddy bear in left arm.
Ring of red flowers soaking up the radiant sun, bathing in its warmifying bliss.
Wings flapping as pidgeons fly up, around and back down as those silly humans disturb their group gathering.
Man sitting, staring blankly into the park with cigarette in right hand, pondering what’s next.
The music is louder, there’s more than one voice. It’s a band. Just brilliant.
Motorized scooter passes by, sounded like somebody cutting the grass there for a moment.
“Look at the fairy garden” calls one girl. She’s maybe 4 or 5, decked out in pink. Her friend, also in pink, adds “Look at our special garden”. Fairies in a fairy garden.
Lovin’ this symphony.
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