Thoughts of Sunday
Tues Dec 12/23 Gym yesterday after doing cardio/yoga in the morning. Pretty empty inside but I wasn’t in the best state to be there. The protest from Sunday…families, friends, couples, people alone…fists raised in the air all around me. The same faces up on the truck’s platform, week in and week out, posting online, yelling into a megaphone, eating dinner, going to work, taking care of family. Hope is discipline. We move from Dundas Square and head west on Dundas. Chanting and yelling, flags waving in the air. There’s a man in front of me pulling a wagon behind him; I see stacks of paper cups and large carafes. He turns toward me and asks if I'd like some coffee. I decline the offer with a smile and a thank you. He returns my smile and asks someone else. The sky is overcast and the wind is biting. He thought of that this morning as he made some warmth for the rest of us. This touches me. I want him at home on this Sunday in early December. I start to sway inside and remind my...