The most effervescently sensored afternoon of many an afternoon in Toronto.
The temperature idyllic; a slight talkative breeze. I buy eggs.
The sun was low, hitting angles of architecture never before brought to my attention.
Leaves fell in patterned solitude with each pushy gust, pooling Autumn puddles.
Above a jet stream leaves marshmallow lines in crisp clear sky.
Slow motion in high definition.
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