LOVING IS COMING TO US ALL
by Paul Butler
I’m standing in a slow-moving lineup in a vaulted glass building just off Bay Street in Toronto. A murmur of expectancy fills the air.
A woman wanders past. "Where does the queue start?" She asks looking lost but still smiling.
"Nobody really knows," someone answers gently. "It’s all a bit disorganized," another person chips in. He invites her to stay with his party. A mumble of good-natured approval rolls like a soft wave through the crowd.
This is downtown Toronto and something is wrong.
Strangers meet strangers with a smile. Private conversations become public ones, laughs and jokes exchanged with ease through the crowd. People apologize for pushing. Tonight, we’re all in it together.