Rush hour morning traffic, heading into downtown on a grey mid-winter Winnipeg monday is about the worst place in the world to look for golden.
I walked through the grey and white along the river this morning, in hopes of a warm golden sunrise, but it hid out behind the clouds. So I went up to the forks and then thought to come up onto the road for the way back, to walk errands and see what goes on there at that time of the day.
Grumpy faces were what was going on. Many of them, in cars, scowling, long faces.
It wasn't til Osborne that people started to look a little happier, smiling a bit, almost.
And funny; it wasn't 'til I got home that I found any actual golden.
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