A small slice of the quotidian: Today, the last day of a long weekend, is quiet and lazy. Through the open balcony door there’s the sound of faraway cars, and the occasional curl of wind that’s promisingly un-chilling. On the other side of the wall I hear my neighbour belting out a few seconds of some song I can’t identify. People are sliding their balcony doors open, wiping down their chairs, getting their plant pots organized. I’m planning trips to the States, weekend drives in Ontario. Getting excited much too early, as I do every spring.