Postcards to You
Linger on the sidewalk…
Morning, I guess,
It was a noisy first night but even though it’s now quiet I still can’t sleep. It’s around 4am; I’ve been awake for the last hour.
So I’m leaning out of the hotel window zooming into what’s going on in Downtown Toronto. The window doesn’t open all the way but it doesn’t matter because what’s underneath isn’t much of a balcony.
It’s bastard freezing.
I see two friends chatting, momentarily bathed in red, as they pass Dukes down below; a cyclist weaves his way up the sidewalk beyond the construction.
But it’s to my right, in the white light of Boston Pizza, that makes the frame. A patriotic pilgrim perhaps? He walks with an unknown purpose, disappearing into the dark corner.
I should get back to bed…
This is non-fiction creative writing. As it happened I didn’t get much sleep and was dressed and outside within two hours. You might enjoy more from the Postcards to You series so much so you might think of contributing to a cappuccino!
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