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Shipping soon! Woohoo!

In other news... I really like my walk to work. This will sound weird, but this morning is just about a perfect early spring morning -- cool, bright, sky a brilliant blue. I walked up Bay from Richmond (the express bus is becoming a dangerously pleasant indulgence), gawked at the workmen producing buckets of steam on Queen (I have no idea why), and crossed over to Nathan Philips Square.

Growing up around St. Clair and Spadina, I never thought much about Nathan Philips Square. I heard about rallies and parties in it, but as I wasn't allowed to go downtown on my own, it didn't make much impression on my consciousness. The few times I saw it I wasn't too impressed -- big expanse of concrete in front of City Hall. So what?

Now, though, it's the gateway to my morning. I walk under the elevated walkway, past the skating rink (now in its transition phase to a reflecting pool), and admire the curved towers of City Hall. The sun's behind me as I pass the little Peace Garden. I walk the dividing line between sun and shadow, the entry doors on my right. As I pass the Archer, which is different from every angle, the clock in Old City Hall starts to toll the hour, and I feel like the star of some movie that's just beginning.

(The feeling fades a bit as I pass the parking lot and the empty lot and the service entrance of the apartment block on Chestnut. But a little bit of it stays with me all day.)