I heard a loon call early this morning. It's the sound of cottages and campfires and mist on small silent lakes. I snapped my eyes up and saw two of them flying overhead.
I looked at the subway tracks with fresh eyes today. How many trees lying in the gravel, each cut to the same length, each stained the same colour, with a line of shining steel stretching into the distance. So precise. So much work so little noticed and often used.