Unicorns in the Morning

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Since my teaching, while slightly above par, was nothing special, I am going to have to dig far back in the day to find Today’s Perfect Moment.

Undoubtedly I have to go back to around 7:30 in the morning when I and other lemmings headed out of the subway station to catch a glimpse of sun after being underground for so long. This is always a tense time for me because the subway station I exit is a mess.  There is no control of incoming and exiting passengers that you bump into a lot of people and while no fights have broken out, grouchy feelings and frustration are nakedly conveyed on people’s faces.

The street is no better thanks to construction which sees me cross the street east, then cross north, and finally cross west to be on my way to work. That’s right, I have to cross three streets instead of one.  I guess that is what they call progress on the Eglinton Crosstown.  Some day, far in the future I guess, it will finally be done and I can have my intersection and sidewalk back.  Until then, I will be grouchy and I will watch as people cross against the lights in an effort to get to work even quicker–can’t say as I understand this last part.

So, as I begin this exciting game of cross three streets instead of one, I am aware that I will not be the only one doing this. There will be others.  Some will acknowledge me, while others (including coworkers) will not.  There will be loud headphones and on rainy days there will be eye-poking level umbrellas.  Fortunately, on this day, with the sun shining brightly, there were just the strangers and not so strangers.

After two of the crossings, I had already guessed who would be accompanying me to the last traffic light. I noticed she was holding a balloon and I did that mental writing exercise where you try to put a story around the person.  Why is she holding a silver helium-filled balloon?  Who gave it to her?  Is she giving it to someone else?  Is it a special day?  It is a fun exercise that might lead to a great character.

As I was most of way through the exercise, I peaked to my right again to verify all of my conjecture. It was then I noticed what I not recognize as Today’s Perfect Moment. At the time, I just thought it was cool.  At 7:30 in the morning, I expected many other Perfect Moments.  What I noticed was that her silver helium filled balloon was decorated with a unicorn.  It was a cartoonish unicorn with a pink forelock.  I have no idea if this is significant, or if this identifies a particular unicorn.  I just know that the oddity of the whole thing, and the weird idea that this somehow meant luck for me, clearly was Today’s Perfect Moment.

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About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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