I slowly made my way through the busy streets of downtown towards the c-train. Amidst all of the hustle and bustle of surrounding people, I caught myself stopping to gaze through the window pane of oddly - an art galary. For a brief moment, I remembered that as a child I loved to watch the 'how to paint' shows. Next my mind wandered to a childhood friend, whose mother was an artist, and how I used to love watching her delicate hands sweep across the canvasses. In college, one of my professor's husband was curiator, and we were given a magnificent tour one day, and I remember feeling so in awe. All these emotions caught in one simple long pause outside a gallery downtown, while gazing at the abstract art and the artist's choice of colors. Interesting that the painting stopped me, engaged me, and left a bit of an impact.

I carried on my way, noticing my pace had slown. I felt like an immovable being, in a video with the world zipping past me. I wondered where each one that passed me was going? Were they really in a rush? or were they avoiding awkward glances and smiles from strangers? Some dressed in suits and attire alike, other's in the casual denim and sweaters, some - many honestly just seemed like shades of color they zipped by so quickly.

I rode the c-train home, with my head in my hands, craddling the egg on my head, wondering how many of us will stop to admire the painting upon the canvass that God has created. Would we even notice it, amdist our own hustle and bustle of the day? Do we notice it? Do we pause to enjoy it?

I was shaken once again - trying to not admit this deep hidden passion for the creative arts - wondering why am I so afraid to admit that? Suppose it could've all just been a result of the egg upon my head, and the fact that the pounding sensation I've felt all day inside my brain, slowed me terribly feeling almost in a daze - whatever the reason I stopped today to gaze through the window panes of the gallery, I'm thankful.