It must be spring...thoughts return.

How do you connect with the old man on the bus with blood in his yellow matted beard - whose cigarette stained fingers with grated nails grip the pole after coughing germs on them that sound like tuberculosis?

Today I walked...and walked and walked. It was beautiful. The sun was shinning and the wind made me zip my favourite jacket up to the nose while plunging my hands deep into my pockets. I meandered through the residential streets...
...north along Waterloo St...let's take the senic route...
spa...past Queens Ave...already at Queens? that seemed fast [stop. copy a rental number]
spacespace...past Princess Ave [another rental number]...
spacespacespace...past Central Ave...I walked that this morning "Hi Jenni"...
spacespacespacespace...Hymen St...what an absurd name for a street, let's walk it...
spacespacespacespacespace...Richmond St...we meet again...
Goodbye St. Jo's...goodbye Cheapside St...how degrading...
space...Huron St...I wonder if that could take me to Huron - I doubt it...
....walk...walk...walk...
THE GATES...at last!...Stop. Wait...wait...wait too long for the bus...I should have continued walking.