Messages from a stranger

I don’t mean to get all “free love” and “groovy, man” — I have a natural aversion to patchouli — but I do love it when public spaces are used for a good cause.

The succinct message above, along a quiet residential street in Leslieville, looks a bit weathered after a few months, but no one’s bothered to take it down. And why should they?

Same with this long-standing message at the Trinity Bellwoods tennis courts:

Sigh. And I thought my heart would harden with age. Thanks, Toronto, for giving me hope.