I was on my bike, and had stopped at the junction. While fiddling in my courier bag for a blinky light to put on my handlebar, I glanced across to the Northbound side of Ontario, and there you were, on your own bike. It was white, or a pale colour if I remember correctly. You seemed to be checking me out. When the light turned green, we cycled towards each other, and exchanged what seemed like a very warm deliberate smile as we passed. Had I not been so tired, I would have trilled my bell... If you are reading this, you know when and where to find me most days. I'm a creature of habit.