January 6, 2011
Sitting beneath the shade of a tall plane tree I find myself absently listening to a lone saxophonist across the water playing ‘Over the Rainbow’. Behind me I can hear the rattle and roll of commuter trains ferrying people back and forth into the city. The river in front of me ripples gently, picking out colours and twinkling with the reflected sunlight from the glass skyscrapers towering high above across the way. Meanwhile, an occasional bicycle goes whizzing by, adding to the cacophony of city sounds that gradually wash over me as I sit here quietly reflecting upon the day.