There is life amidst the concrete! After getting a hair cut, I strolled along Queen St. W, using up a couple old gift cards and stumbled upon this...
In Nathan Phillips Sq. at City Hall, I heard music. There was a small crowd sitting at picnic tables, eating corn on the cob, and listening to this woman sing gospel music. She was nice to listen to and had some uplifting words of spiritual encouragement.
In this time when Mayor Ford is cutting budgets and generally aggravating a large amount of Toronto citizens, it was nice to hear and experience something positive and uplifting at City Hall. It was like a refreshing oasis in a dry and dreary desert.
Later I walked around to find some calm and quiet. There was only so much gospel music I could listen to, as nice as it is. It was time to move south where I found this view. I call it "Within the Concrete Jungle".
Where is your quiet place within the concrete jungle?




