In a minute there is time - for decisions and revisions in which a minute may reverse

I have to describe this moment for you because I found it some kind of magical (maybe you won’t, but that’s okay): I was crossing Spadina at Wellington; there’s only a pedestrian crosswalk there so you press the button and you stop traffic and streetcars north and south on Spadina. When the light changed there was just this magical moment of complete silence. People were filling up their tanks at the Shell station, thankfully no one was blaring obtuse music; all the cars were at a standstill and no sirens whirred in the distance. It was just this complete stillness on a Sunday afternoon in the middle of the city. How serene. And I crossed the street in this silence and it was like I was the only thing moving for about ten seconds. Amazing.

I think we miss out on moments like this when we spend our whole lives in this haze of constantly being plugged into our iPods and smartphones. Our self-absorption causes us to miss the little quirks that make life so strangely beautiful.

Sigh, I haven't been around enough to write a long form blog. This weekend it's either blogging or my taxes. Guess which one pays me more. Bonus points if you know what poem this title is from.