In my awkward youth, I learned from hard experience to be wary of grand gestures, and developed instead an appreciation for quiet consideration and interesting conversation. And so I came to the most romantic Valentine's Day I ever experienced, back in Toronto.
There was, of course, no limo ride or dinner that would break the bank. Instead, there was a Queen St. East streetcar ride out to the Beaches for a walk on the boardwalk, since the weather was unseasonably warm that reading week. We strolled, in the dark, all the way out to the water filtration plant.
R.C. Harris Water Treatment Plant (Image Credit: Wikipedia)
You may wonder what kind of atmosphere a filtration plant could possibly have provided.
It's not just that it is an architectural jewel. There is a view to take in as well: a lake to look across and dream about what life might be like if it were shared with the person standing beside you.
And now I know what it would be like, and what it has been like since that evening 27 years ago.
We never have marked Valentine's Day by re-visiting that scenery. As Toronto got shinier, we became less able to afford to stay there.
But the walks aren't any less inspirational here, and our regular get-away-from-the-house-on-a-weeknight haunts include Gage Park, the Kenilworth stairs, and of course, the waterfront. Some Friday nights, we even make it to the Art Gallery.
I hear you protest, "What? That's all?"
I know. We haven't even tapped out the poetic inspiration lurking under the Skyway, or beside all of the waterfalls. We still have to make it out to the renovated Farmer's Market, and an Art Crawl.
We're working on it.
I adore you
I want to follow you
Make a boat out of this cigarette pack
Watch it float away and hope it comes back
With the water under Skyway Bridge.
-- Melissa McClelland, Skyway Bridge
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