The light winds aroused the spirits of people as I walked on Bloor St., West. It was a struggle at intersections to get my dhoti (lower robes) to behave. But I was having fun with pedestrians.
The first one to approach me was like an elder hippie who came up beside me and said, “Are you on the path of enlightenment?”
“I’m on it,” I said. “It’s truly a work in progress. How about you? Are you taking steps to get there?”
To this he responded, “I’ve taken them.” We reached a red light and he made