Click: true moments collected over the years. Stories too short for the stage.
The sidewalks are covered in snow. I am trudging, my nose numb.
A man in his seventies, tall and lurching, his blue scarf loose around his neck, careens down the sidewalk. Wild-eyed. He slows as he passes me and meets my eyes.
I brace myself.
“Welcome!” he shouts, hoarsely, “Welcome to Canada!” and staggers on down the street.
And even though the first time I wandered down Toronto’s snow-covered sidewalks was January of 2004, I do.
I do feel welcome.
Photo Nick Kernick