The day was done as far as giving classes and cleanup on various levels at the temple. Digging up an old script, which I still haven’t found, is giving some anxiety. I’m not sure where that is going, but I’m getting ready for India, a trip coming up soon.
It was 10 to 10 PM, and I had not yet met the outside air. Let’s see what an hour stroll can do to make the day truly done. I took to Yonge St. The wind showed some might, and it had been playing with cardboard pieces that were strewn about on the street.
It’s quite the amazing street – the longest in the world at 1,1896 kilometres, beginning at the shore of Lake Ontario, and shooting north to northwest to Rainy River. It was at the reference library at Yonge Street that our Chariot Fest had a straight run for a good 40 years until recently when our route was cut short, which is due to all the towering condos coming up.
It is quite remarkable to see these monster structures coming up at this one end of Yonge. At the other end is a town of a thousand, mostly humans and the occasional bear. There are waterfalls along the way and boreal forest.
For now, I covered a chunk of the highway where mostly young folks are on Yonge catching a meal at this late hour. I don’t know how they do it, wolfing down and packing in their non-veg food.
I guess whatever I ate earlier on is getting a burning of calories. Back at 11 PM.
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