The world seemed off today.
It wasn’t just the weather, thought that was weird. It started off by snowing big wet heavy snowflakes. Snow that you needed an umbrella for. Snow that stuck in a half-melty way because it was just above zero and the ground is still cold.
Then the snow became slush. While it was falling from the sky. Yes, it basically rained slush. Wonderful.
Then it was just rain, but the streets and sidewalks were covered with slush and the sewer grates were clogged with the stuff. So massive ponds sprang up in gutters and intersections.
And now it’s just raining, and the slush is starting to wash away, and hopefully it will stay above zero overnight; if it doesn’t there will be filthy and oddly sculptural ice slicks everywhere in the morning.
But it wasn’t just the weather, because weirdness was everywhere today, at least for me. I kept seeing the same people over and over, the same faces hours apart and in different parts of the city. I swear the woman who sat next to me in a cafe on St. Clair at 4:00 was on the Coxwell bus with me at 9:30. I swear the old lady I saw walking up Vaughan road this afternoon fell asleep next to me on the subway at 9.
I saw a man and a woman, separated by about 20 feet, yell wordlessly at each other as they walked north on Yonge street. It was like whales calling to each other across a slushy sea. “ENNNHHHH!” he would shout, and she would shout “ENNNHHHH!” in the same tone and inflection, without turning her head or acknowledging him in any way. I can’t explain why, but it didn’t seem like ordinary crazy person yelling. It sounded like it meant something, like it was just what they did. It was one of the oddest things I’ve ever seen.
But in spite of the weird weather, the repeating people, and the weird Yonge street yellers, I know that I haven’t accidentally stumbled into a parallel universe. In fact, I have proof.
There weren’t any zeppelins.
I’m hoping that tomorrow feels more normal.