I spotted the most adorable elderly couple walking along the street. He wore a hat, she wore her hair in an elaborate neat up-do. Both were well dressed and dapper.

And the adorable part...

They shared the weight of a brown and orange shoulder bag (circa 1972) by each holding a strap in their hands, letting it sway between them as they sauntered by.

It was a lovely tiny glimpse in the bustle of Toronto shared by me, the guy behind them who even had his camera out to take a picture, and whoever was lucky enough to look up from their self absorbed day and notice that true love can carry on, shared, side by side.

So, on my way to work today I saw two women coming out of a cab and then walking across the street. Later on while at work, through the window, I saw the same two women walking by. Then after work, on my way home, I walked by them. Again. I know. What are the chances?? And I'm quite sure they didn't see me at all, at any time.

It made me wonder if I was extremely observant to notice them. Actually, it made me wonder many things, as most things do, which makes me wonder if I wonder too much. It seems I'm wonder-full.

The other day while at the subway, I made quick eye contact with a man and realized a second later who he was and he realized I looked familiar too because he came up to me and said, 'did we meet in Europe?'

No, we didn't. We worked together in 1998 at a restaurant. I knew his name (james), that I took him to a photography darkroom once to show him how to use the enlarger and that I another time years later bumped into him and his twin brother and joined them on a patio for a drink. He didn't even remember where he knew me from or my name. I remember all this even though he wasn't any kind of important person in my life and I never really thought of him since. I remember all this, from about 13 years ago, because I lived through it, and how wouldn't I remember it.

As I stepped out into the beautiful spring weather this morning, I caught the smell of gasoline in the breeze. Memories are closely linked to scent, and the first thing I thought of was the lake at my summer camp. Sad, that gasoline makes me think of a crisp cool lake.