Back to Toronto
My trip to England is done one more day to be here. It's 6.30 in the evening. I am sitting in my daughter's back garden. Pigeons are on the tree top in front busy talking. I think they are trying to say goodbye to me in their own language. Pink and red roses adding up the color. The atmosphere is loaded with all sorts of aroma. I can feel the fragrance around. The white cat with black spots is sitting quietly on the side wall of the garden. Such a beautiful scenic atmosphere to behold. Moments to cherish. Every city is unique with its own beauty. I see pigeons walking around everywhere in London. I will miss them in Toronto. Cafes also look quite different here. Not like in my city Toronto. We have to feel lucky to be around in various places. To be with different cultures is a novel experience. We humans are the same, scattered around the world. It doesn't take long to get along. I am leaving England with mixed emotions. Toronto is my home. Three o...