It's sunny but breezy, with a biting north wind.
It's a struggle now to find a reasonable place to sit out in the sun yet out of the wind. As I sat down to sketch, my hat blew away and rolled in the gust... a young woman picked it up... we exchanged smiles; a sort of mutual acknowledgment that the long bitter winter is near, and that we are all in it together.
This linear park used to be a railway line a decade ago, and is one of those places where there's a layer of history that can be read on an urban scale... kind of rare in a young city like Edmonton.
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