Today I enjoyed my first harvest of the season, a handfull of radishes that were thinned in order to prevent overcrowding.
There is a certain buzz in the air when you ride the last train of the night. There is a sense of collective accomplishment in catching it on time. Most people are still energized from their evenings and, unlike at rush hour, strangers will actually talk to each other.
A little doodle from the train (Winnipeg).
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