The Evening Commute

The City was dark and eerie with none of the high rises lit up

Last night I drove Girl Child back to Toronto after she had spent the weekend with us in the burbs. We had heard that there had been a good bit of rain a little earlier. We were not deterred by this. We headed out and about 10 minutes into the journey became ensnarled in heavy traffic that was driving me to distraction. "what's the delay" I kept muttering. The guy in front of me in crawling traffic kept veering to the left so he could "SEE" what was up ahead." Can you see this buddy 5 miles ahead?"We had no idea that the equivalent of an entire month of rainfall had fallen on Toronto in one hour. 5 inches. An hour before we left this is what lay ahead. We could not turn back because the exits were closed. We persevered and luckily the highway flooding had cleared as we inched closer. It was an eerie drive through the city and highway as the power was out and all the high rises were in darkness. We wondered how Girl Child would make it to her apartment with the dog since she lives on the 49th floor. She was planing to walk the stairs with Henry Francis if necessary. Luckily a very small strip of buildings had power, including hers.  Several times on the way there, I muttered grumpily that she should have taken the train. Until I got home (in record speed since no one was coming out of the City) and saw this (below) on the news. I pictured little Henry Francis being carried by fire and rescue from the flooded train.

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