I am in Toronto now.
Due to the G20 summit to be held in Toronto, the security at the airport was tight.
There was a heavy traffic jam on the way to the city, as police blocked some part of the freeway in preparation for the motorcades.
Once in the city, it was business as usual. I left the baggage at the hotel, and strolled around.
It was evening time, and the sunshine was embracing the city in a vivid and tranquil light. A flower basket welcomed me.
During the next few days, the media might cover what is going on in the great corridors of world power. In my view, the really poignant news is perhaps in the ordinary processions of everyday life, unsung, unnoticed, and yet so glorious and beautiful if you put your heart into it.
I somehow associate Canada with flower baskets.
Just a street in Toronto.