You hop off the C-train somewhere in the heart of downtown. It's a bright, warm, sunny afternoon.
Someone across the street is strumming a Neil Young song...
hey hey, my my...
Lunch rush is in full swing. Pinstripes and trenches, high heeled boots and tight chignons pass by in every direction.
As you meander through the corporate bustle you hear a peal of bells from a nearby church, signaling the half-past-the-hour mark. The melody is intricate and beautiful.
You slow your pace just to listen
briefly
before you carry on.
Simply one beat in the pulse of the city.
Makes me that much happier to be a part of it.