The Rush of the New

The Rush of the New

I’m standing at the train tracks. The platform is dark except for the muddy yellow street lights overhead.

Across the tracks I can see into the city. Neon stores signs flicker “open” & “24 hours.” The crosswalk signal counts down from 10 in an orange glow.

It’s freezing cold. I miss my gloves. There’s a chill in the evening air that feels wrong, like news that arrives too early. Or maybe it’s right on time. In the steady silence, I’m left with nothing but my own thoughts.

I don’t exactly know how I got here. Well, I mean, of course I know. I walked here, like I do every┬áMonday after my shift ends. But now, I will leave this routine behind. I will shed it uncomfortably to lay naked for a time, until I find new clothes. New opportunity.

As much as I mourn the loss of this comfort, I can already feel the buzz of something new stirring. Its coming. I feel it creeping slowly in the air, drawing me in. But I can’t help but wonder if it’s just my own well of hope reflecting back at me. I always feel optimistic as one door closes, convinced that I’ll hear the click-click of another opening.

It’s never a guarantee, though. Sure, there will be something else. But will it be better? How long will I have to wait?

In the distance, I hear the faint ringing of the coming train. With each second, the bell tolls louder and louder. I feel a push in the air the moment before the train passes. In a split second, it is whirring by me.

As it slows to a stop, I let out a long, cool breath. This train is heading home.

The Last Snow Storm

The Last Snow Storm

The title of this post might be a bit presumptuous. But I’ve decided to take a stand against these stubborn winter vibes.

Yesterday we were hit with yet another snowstorm up in Toronto, Canada. I haven’t been able to take pictures out in the thick of a storm yet so with no where to go, I wrapped my DSLR in a plastic bag and headed out for an adventure.

I gave up twice during this photoshoot, returning to the warmth to google tips on how to take pictures in the middle of a storm. I really wanted to see the snow falling in the scenery and I kept getting shots that were either too blurry or too smooth.

The third time I finally got somewhere and started to have fun with it. And I’m proud of the results, even though I’ve got a long way to go.