One Night, Stars

In 2003, when the power grid was burned out, this city became somewhere else. With the light pollution stopped, the summer sky was as alive as it can be, and the skyscrapers were silhouetted against the blinking sea.

This is a mural in what is now my old neighborhood.



I stood on the viaduct bridge over the Don Valley Parkway, and watched motorcycles race the motorway in the dark, far below.

It was the most magical Toronto has ever been for me.