following the yellow line

Sometimes you just can't see the line, at other times it is chipped and patchy. Sometimes, the way is clear and bold. Sometimes we can dance along beside it or follow it carefully, one step in front of the other. Sometimes we like to deviate completely from the line and wander up a hill to watch the sun dip behind the trees.


Downtown Toronto is beautiful in the evening, with elongated shadows over the fields and the light hitting the buildings, glinting off of them. The clouds behind it just turning pink and orange, while the rest of the sky remains blue with a white moon.