Earlier last month, on a whim to break from my usual Saturday routines, I drove out west to visit a friend. We met in the small Ontario city where we both used to go to university.
The week had been sweltering. In a few days, the heat would ignite fires that would blanket Manhattan, 800 kilometers away, with ash.
On this Saturday, we caught a break. The air was refreshing and cool, while the summery sky stayed cloudless and bright, making us keen to take a long walk around town and revisit all the old sights, three years older.