My Crosswalk



Sometimes it is the little things in life that can bring you immense joy. Such a statement is not really surprising to anyone anymore.  We all know of the joys of a cup of hot chocolate on a winter day, or drink with friends, or a cup of tea on a rainy day.  We know how the perfect song can come on the radio while you’re driving and make everything so much better.  Did you know the opening of a crosswalk at an intersection can do the same thing?

For months that have seemed like years, I have had to cross three streets instead of one to get out of the subway and head to work. I have walked east across the intersection, then north across the street, then finally west across the same intersection.  I have made three sides of the square because one side (the side I needed most) was blocked.  It only took a couple of minutes, but I resented it every day.  Those were my minutes.  Sure, in the morning, when the coffee had worn off and I was head to work, I could ignore the whole thing and just be on autopilot like the rest of the lemmings.  We were all headed to work and every morning seemed like Monday morning.  On the way home, it felt much worse.  Every extra minute seemed multiplied.  Every tired footstep seemed farther away.


I noticed in the paper that they were going to do some work on the intersection and that today’s date was on the page.  Since the subway is delayed, I expected this to be delayed as well.  However, today, by the time I was ready to go home, they had opened up my side of the crosswalk again. I could finally cross the street as opposed to the streets.  I could finally get to the subway a few minutes earlier.  I know it sounds silly, but it has given me immense joy and most certainly is Today’s Perfect Moment.

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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3 Responses to My Crosswalk

  1. I was so stoked when I saw that last night.

  2. blossomkitty says:

    Long time, no write 😊 I’m glad your crosswalk reopened. I was in Canada for a couple of weeks…. I loved it. Canadians are as sweet and polite as Japanese 😀

  3. Hunida says:

    I am always so excited when a road finishes construction, too. 😂 It really changes a lot!

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