When I looked outside, I saw patches of blue sky, and within minutes, I was outside. It was the end of November; daylight had just started to reach the streets of Toronto. It was cold when I walked to the subway station, and when I emerged of Davisville station, I was surprised to find a thin layer of snow around me. I had travelled only a few stops, and it had catapulted me into a white world. After walking a few blocks south, I took a side-street, and ended up directly into Mount Pleasant cemetery. The thin layer of fresh snow on the tombs and trees gave added to the peaceful atmosphere to the meandering roads and paths. When the sun managed to pierce through the clouds, and gaps of blue appeared above me, it made the branches of the trees with their white topping stand out markedly.
Walking across the large cemetery with its many notorious Canadian sportsmen, politicians, musicians, and more, and passing some of its remarkable monuments, I reached an exit on the south side. I crossed the road, and found myself on a path leading down into the Moore Park Ravine. I was alone in the white world, and the silence around me was only broken by the sound of my shoes walking the snow. Mud Creek runs through the valley; on the edge high above me, I could see houses through the barren trees. Apart from a few women walking their dogs, there were no others around. It was hard to imagine that I was just a few kilometers away from the largest city in Canada - until I reached the end of the ravine. Here, I heard traffic, and for a short while, I was back in the busy world of Toronto.
Despite the noise of cars, when I walked down a steep slope, I came to an area with small ponds, which were covered with a fragile layer of ice and snow. It gave the landscape around me a wintery landscape. A little further on, I passed the Don Valley brickworks, which is not in operation anymore, but which has furnished bricks used in several buildings around the city. I now passed one of the roads I had been hearing before; fortunately, I could soon turn right into the forest again. The snowy world absorbed the noises, which quickly died behind me. I was alone in a snowy world again when I walked through the Park Drive ravine and Vale of Avoca ravine. I walked beneath some high graffitti-covered bridges, until I found a fence: I was back at the serene atmosphere of Mount Pleasant cemetery.
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