The sun hasn’t been up an hour yet. Fog still sits in the valleys. The livestock are just heading out to the fields.
I know that there are many who would say that surreal is a normal state of affairs for Toronto. But down on the waterfront at dawn last week, the juxtaposition of the yellow umbrellas, the beach, the moon and the remnants of a winter snowdrift struck me as being very odd. The umbrellas in particular fascinated me. My imagination took over from there, giving flight to the brollies and adding evidence of a sunbather on the frozen beach.