in which bankers fly like nannies
This morning it’s deeply overcast; one of those rainy mornings when you wish it was Saturday but it’s really Thursday and so you drag yourself out of bed, late, and don’t care about what the clock says because everybody is late on a rainy day.
The atmosphere has an indigo-charcoal cast and soft, smoky clouds are obscuring the tops of the buildings. It’s warmer than usual and it’s raining lightly but it seems like the rain is coming down hard because of the thrusting winds.
I walk outside and one of those winds sweeps up smacks me wet in the face and so I look at the streetcars approaching the stops outside my building. One going east to Union Station would be a relatively fast ride, and then I could navigate my way through the station and walk the underground malls all the way to my office. I’m gauging the favourableness of that as opposed to the 25 minute blustery rainy walk when I get a look at the steamy windows of the streetcars and I think about the vacant, rude, blackberry punching humanity crammed inside, and that times a hundred teeming through Union Station, and I open up my polka dotted umbrella and tilt it into the wind and walk up into Spadina Avenue for my journey north-east to work.
Right away I smell the rain on the city and I’m glad I’ve chosen the walk, even though gusts blow up one side of me and down the other and I’m hanging on to my umbrella wrestling it back to its job. I get up to Front Street and other people are wrestling their umbrellas too and some are crouched up tight in their hoods and scarves. On King Street the streetcars are glistening behind the swishing windshield wipers and the streets are shining under the rain and the clouds seemed to have sunk down to encompass the coffee shops too.
I get close to Bay Street amidst all the suits and black umbrellas and while I’m waiting for a light I imagine all of those bankerly types suddenly swooping up into the air like the would-be nannies in Mary Poppins, high heels flying off and scarves fluttering; and I imagine them flipping and whirling, getting smaller as they move off past the cloud draped buildings and over the lake toward Niagara Falls.
I get to my office with mashed up hair and a runny nose and I prop my dripping umbrella next to my desk and get myself a cup of jasmine flavoured tea and know that my wet ankles will dry before long.
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I just got lost in your world again. 🙂
I saw and felt everything, and loved it when the bankers took to the air. Your descriptive writing always weaves some spell around me and transports right there with you. Thanks for that. x
…Now to dry off and do something about my fluffy hair, rain always does that to it. 🙂
Thank YOU my friend. I hope you dried off quick!
Love the title, I felt I was with you and am shaking the rain off now as I dry out!
Oh, hope you dried out fast LL!
Nice Jen. I’d like to walk those underground malls one day. Nothing like that in Oz.
Sunny day here. Forecast for Christmas: fine and 29 degrees.Too hot for turkey but were having it anyway – with a kilo of fresh prawns on the side for balance.
Those underground malls are confounding. When I first started working downtown I had to use my phone’s GPS to navigate them.
Love your “Alterna-World” Christmas forecast. Nice to be reminded to look beyond the end of my nose!
I love the idea of the bankers being whirled away by the wind…beautiful imagery 🙂
C x
‘The atmosphere has an indigo-charcoal cast and soft, smoky clouds are obscuring the tops of the buildings.’ I can’t tell you how much I love that sentence. It sets the scene beautifully for the bankers being whirled away. Up, up and away into the stratosphere where they belong. Haha. You have such a glorious way with words!
I love how you can paint whole scenes with your words. Such a wonderful talent! The scenes you painted here are magical, especially the bankers floating off into the distance hanging from their umbrellas.
Have a wonderful Christmas.
I love the idea too. 😉 Thank you Carol.
haha, yes! where they belong! Up, up and away. Thank you Selma.
Ah, well maybe I just *think* in scenes. The whole world’s a stage. (Did somebody else say that?) You have a wonderful Christmas too Marilyn.
I am glad you chose to skip the rude blackberry punching humanity. I would have one the same thing.
Yep. Yep.