Every morning, well what seems like every morning, I walk by this man who is always walking up Yonge St with his head down.
The man, wearing shades of brown and beige with sensible shoes, never seems to walk with his head up. Marching along, maybe he is deep in thought?
One morning, after an evening rainfall, he just marched through a puddle like it wasn't there. He, with head down, just walked through it!
I didn't see him this morning...
