Sadly, my journey came to an abrupt end, when the streetcar wasn’t continuing onto my final destination; Union Station. But that didn’t really stop me. A few weeks ago I had found a secret little place that I consider a peaceful getaway. This mighty vessel, Empire Sandy, stood at the dock parallel to this place. So majestic; it felt like an elegant mid-age boat with a flamboyant, yet interesting owner. But that is beside the point; a bench on the far dock, at the edge of the water, is where I found solace. I hiked there and took a seat, enjoying the view of Billy Bishop’s runway and the sounds of machines roaring into the sky. It was nothing short of a perfect end to quite an adventurous morning.
And then I walked back home, but that is the boring part of this essay. So long, till my next adventure.