I'm sitting at the Java Express, it's just after 2pm, and the city is buzzing. The temperature today is surely the highest of the year: 21C.
I've been sitting here now for 2 hours, and I find myself asking "Where do all these people come from?" Have they all been hiding in their homes until now, and the minute the weather warms up they all come out?
People are going through the Tunnels by the dozens.
Two girls from a soccer team are eating ice cream.
An elderly man bought himself a coffee and is reading a book.
Plenty of others are buying iced teas and paninis.
A couple of tattooed rocker-wannabes walk by.
Bikers eat pizza after a morning ride.
A poor man collects food out of a garbage. He's wearing jeans and a leather jacket. No shirt unerneath.
A girl in her twenties walks by in her bright yellow summer dress. She's in flip-flops, wearing sunglasses.
Young people are looking at the art displays in the coffee shop.
A girl in her twenties walks by in her bright yellow summer dress. She's in flip-flops, wearing sunglasses.
Young people are looking at the art displays in the coffee shop.
A daughter walks on Main Street with her wheelchair-bound mother.
Women with strollers.
Indians wearing saris.
A black man is holding a small boy in his arms. The boy has a lighter colour, squinting eyes, but curly hair. The man's wife is Asian.
A couple of middle-aged women walk by in lululemon tracksuits.
Farmers drive by in their big-o Ford trucks.
The streets are full: cars everywhere. Dust. Life.
Today, this city came out of a deep winter slumber.
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