A small pair I found this morning, the first junior edition.
I don’t get many opportunities to start a post with the letter x.
On my way after a morning appointment in Glebe. Across from the Glebe Town Hall someone left their runners on a bench but kept the laces.
It feels a bit spy thriller, like a “drop” location. I was hoping for a cryptic note, or USB drive with secret plans on it.
Maybe I’ve been watching too much “Homelands” and “The Americans”. There was just an abandoned sock and, as usual, usable shoes.
Another pair of shoes, from my remote correspondent, pistachiowriting.com
Found at Bloor and Dovercourt, Toronto, outside the Tim Horton’s.