Today was such a dark day for Toronto. I worked, for a time, at Yonge and Sheppard and it’s so shocking and sad to see the photos of the city I love. These terrible things are becoming more common and, at times, it almost overwhelms. But when things are bleak, I always think of Maggie Smith’s poem, Good Bones, and I hold on to the concluding line:
You could make this place beautiful.