I still have my long jacket. Light shoes, in a short while the buttons get undone and the gloves are off. The sun keeps its attention on us, the clouds cooperate by moving aside.
A vendor has the fruit out for sale. A sure sign if any of a warmer day.
Walkers in downtown have come out to greet this day. Some have a smile, lightness in their walk while others look preoccupied, maybe a frown or seriousness as they cheque their handheld device. I think to myself "they are not aware that they have a hand to hold, it's right next to them". I walk on. Snapping fotos, looking at the advertisements. I pass the row of pawnbroker shops. Recall a time from over thirty years back when I had checked one of the stores. Not remembering what had I come to pawn, but do remember walking away that I was not getting the market value or even the initial cost for my valuable.
I keep walking, feel like a tourist a discoverer or an explorer.
The clock on st James cathedral strikes a note, it's 1:15. 
A worker in the doorway looks at the passerbys and in a very loud voice shares with his co-worker that he has "let out gas", well of course be just used the one word for it, repeated it many times, descriptive of the occurrence and how he felt. I keep walking, glad that I was not close enough to feel the impact.
Another angry walker addresses the three girls who are covering the sidewalk as they walk. I look up she keeps the "jaunt" in her walk.
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| Here is another peace of art I captured in my exploration |
I get up from the bench. The limbs a little stiff. I see. A coffee shop behind me. I get some tea, looking out the window, I sit with my tea. A song plays in the background, keeps repeating the word "breakaway"!
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| The building at the corner of Church/Wellington/Front |
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And the other side of this corner building
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| The ride home |
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