Maybe I was a fool to dare weather with no overcoat, not even a light jacket, while on foot to Yonge and Queen and all the way back. I see everyone in some winter/spring attire. I was informed that at 6:00 p.m. the temperature was 13°C. It didn’t feel it to be quite that warm. Maybe I am a polar bear braving what others might perceive as cold. In any event, I started walking with just a slight chill but soon warmed up with no problem whatsoever.
The only thing to trouble me is the culture. Am I getting old or something? I’m looking at not a cold or cool climate but a cool bunch of people going up and down the street with seemingly nil purpose. I’m taken aback by the lack of interaction with each other, but then when I walked some streets in Flacq, Mauritius, the other day, it wasn’t much different. People there just go about their business, although there you have a strong Hindu population and pedestrians do respond to the saffron-clad, walking on their level, with some reverence, of course.
But look, there’s a man who breaks into all smiles as soon as he sees me - a Caucasian, not a Hindu. Then as I plod along some blocks more, I get some pranamsfrom white folks, and “Hare Krishna” remarks from brown folks. I’m happy for these people who greet, and for me, first of all, because I need attention and so do they. I certainly don’t require the looks I get for my own ego, but I do adore the fact that attention is given for what I represent. The attention is an indication that there is a ‘thing’ for the spiritual.
May the Source be with you!