For a few months when I first moved to this city, I spent every day downtown. I would wake up at 5 am, catch the early bus to work, and give people coffee and muffins. After a while, I was able to add strudel-baking to the mix. But then I would get off work by 3 in the afternoon, and have most of the sunny day left to myself. Those were the golden days of window-shopping, harbour-strolling, and park-lounging, and I never had to take the bus the 30-minutes more from downtown to the university.
It strikes me that I haven’t been downtown in ages, excepting one excursion a few days ago. I never have any reason to take the bus in that direction, especially since I moved across town. But summer cannot be allowed to pass by without many agenda-less trips to the main streets at the heart of the city. Pretty soon, now, I’ll be free to do plenty of drifting.
