I TOOK THE SKYTRAIN at Bridgeport Station into Vancouver last week. It was a cold prickly day and there were strong winds.
The train was nearly empty at the start but filled up quickly. Not accustomed to traveling on the Skytrain, I expected some blue vistas along the way.
Moletrain might be a better name for this ride. There was no sky to see as we burrowed beneath city streets along a winding tubular tunnel stretched out for miles like a Slinky toy. The only views were of lights flickering in the outer darkness and reflections in the windows. Heads were bent and most passengers were deep into their books and electronic gadgets. Some people seemed asleep.
I got off at Vancouver City Centre Station and headed for the escalator. A huge poster of a man lying flat on his back was eye-catching. I don't know what it was intended to portray. The image reminded me of Gulliver's Travels and the tiny Lilliputians who captured Gulliver by pinning him to the ground as if he were a mammoth butterfly.
I exited the building to see the city sparkling at my feet. But it was very chilly and everyone was in a hurry.
People were intent on getting from here to there. The rain needling down was far from the soft squishy kind I am used to in Vancouver.
A colorful umbrella sprung open like a flower in the gray.
A woman with a suitcase full of treats sprinkled cupfuls of seeds on the sidewalk. Her kindness was a bright spot for the pigeons on that bitter day.
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Copyright by Penelope Puddlisms