Gill as Bird
Originally uploaded by Barbara Y.
I have returned from my Ontario adventure - a week at Ryerson, living with Gill in her dorm.
This young woman loves to walk fast and most of the time, I older woman, trundled behind her, through slush and snow, along Yonge Street, College Street, Queen Street, through Kensington Market, Yorkville, and Gerard Street East (India Bazaar) - and I would flash on my early Ryerson/Toronto Days. I, like Gill, love this city's energy. I'd forgotten how much.
My family were indulgent. Though they would have liked to have seen more of me, they knew this was Gill and my time, so my parents complained only a little that we were in Port Hope for such a short time and my sister Gael and her man, made the long trek into the city's core to share a meal with us and go to a Blue's bar.
Travelling with Gill has always been easy. Sometimes we find ourselves thinking the same things about the same sights, feeling like stopping for a coffee at the same moment, or feasting on the same foods. (We both prefer savouries.)
I love her spirit, her laughter, her thoughtfulness. She reveals me to me.
When I left her residence last night around nine, I felt as if my heart was breaking, I had to hold in the tears.
We made a date to meet in Los Angeles in April.