Missed Opportunity

Anything but Studying. For the love of god.

I was sipping a coffee near Queen and Ossington when the scene in front of me became strikingly salient.

The most startlingly blue dress. Her hands, cushioned in black velvet, held the bars of her bike with practiced ease -- a strong but alluring and feminine grip. Her posture was perfect as she checked for traffic, her head swiveling with unerring grace. A magazine was the only object in her basket, and the brief glimpses of its contents spoke to the calibre of her interests.

I looked down to follow my camera and when I looked up traffic had stopped. My view obscured. She turned and I lost sight.

I like the picture better this way.