I was heading south, Vermont Square
to my right, when I saw a pair of bicyclists speed by. He was trim slim and tall in a green windbreaker, leaning back on the seat and holding onto the handlebar with one hand, complaining about his health to his partner: "I'm so out of shape, I can only do ten chin-ups."
It was a bright spring day today, if perhaps not the best weather in which to wear long shorts. The increased insolation is to blame for this: I was pleased by the warm golden light of the early evening, visible even as late as 6 o'clock from the 511 Bathurst
streetcar that I took south from the Bathurst TTC station
to Queen Street. The wind might have cut at my calves a bit, but it looked warm.
That apparent warmth may be why I saw the photographers outside of the Beer Store
on Queen and Markham
. It was a bizarre sort of advertising shoot, something featuring a woman in short shorts and a white fur coat standing next to a man dressed in actual pants, a clothiers' dummy torso between them with a knife embedded in its heart. If I ever see the photo online, I'll surely link to it.