Halifax. You're beautiful. Why did I ever want to leave you?
It's an early Wednesday morning, foggy and cool. There isn't even the slightest breeze. It would seem the city is still waking up, and the moodiness of the fog would suggest it's very groggy. Perhaps even sulky.
On my slow leisurely walk home I passed all my neighbours walking in the opposite direction, mostly children with backpacks and mothers with strollers, and the occasional sullen teenager. My neighbourhood may not be nicest part of the city. It's a long street lined with identical brick apartments, all three levels, all characterless, all sturdy and uncompromising. Former military housing, built decades ago. Kids play in the streets here. Running from building to building, drawing with chalk and poking things that hide in Maynard Lake with sticks. It's the sight of these roving packs of kids that makes me love this street.
My last apartment I lived in was a high-rise, all single bedrooms, filled almost exclusively by bachelors and seniors. This place is young, lively, sometimes messy and only occasionally exciting. Watching my neighbour get taken away by the cops one day and by ambulance another may not be ideal... But at least I know my neighbours here.
We're in that part of Spring where it's going to be grey and rainy for what feels like an eternity. Begrudgingly tolerating the weather because we know summer is coming.
It's going to be a good summer. I can smell it.
Glorious Halifax with your sea air, your hipsters, your coffee and smiles. Why did I ever want to leave you?
It's an early Wednesday morning, foggy and cool. There isn't even the slightest breeze. It would seem the city is still waking up, and the moodiness of the fog would suggest it's very groggy. Perhaps even sulky.
On my slow leisurely walk home I passed all my neighbours walking in the opposite direction, mostly children with backpacks and mothers with strollers, and the occasional sullen teenager. My neighbourhood may not be nicest part of the city. It's a long street lined with identical brick apartments, all three levels, all characterless, all sturdy and uncompromising. Former military housing, built decades ago. Kids play in the streets here. Running from building to building, drawing with chalk and poking things that hide in Maynard Lake with sticks. It's the sight of these roving packs of kids that makes me love this street.
My last apartment I lived in was a high-rise, all single bedrooms, filled almost exclusively by bachelors and seniors. This place is young, lively, sometimes messy and only occasionally exciting. Watching my neighbour get taken away by the cops one day and by ambulance another may not be ideal... But at least I know my neighbours here.
We're in that part of Spring where it's going to be grey and rainy for what feels like an eternity. Begrudgingly tolerating the weather because we know summer is coming.
It's going to be a good summer. I can smell it.
Glorious Halifax with your sea air, your hipsters, your coffee and smiles. Why did I ever want to leave you?
Church of St David's, Pizza Corner, in fog.