My Three Things: an appreciative blog

Cambie Street is under construction. The men in bright orange suits have cut a deep ravine into the middle of it. There is a narrow wooden bridge that carries me over the muddy depths–where tractors dig and grind with molten eyes. A tall metal fence, guarded by stocky soldiers in neon stripes protects passer-bys like me from falling in.

The cars, I know, must hate all this—which slows down their commute.

But every morning I pass, I am enthralled by the eruption of textures, light, sounds, and activity on what was once a flat grey pavement. I hope Granville Street is next.