Today I’m thinking of my loved ones in Toronto who will be celebrating St. Patrick’s Day together for the first time since 2019.
On March 16, 2020 I was at the Flatiron & Firkin (a pub in my neighbourhood) when word came down from the federal and provincial governments to close shop. I was watching, with everyone else in the pub, the news and we couldn’t believe what was happening. Are we going into a form of house arrest?
The staff were removing the liquor bottles from the shelves and locking them up in the storage room at the back. And, so, I went home to my apartment and woke up early the next day.
And that is when this photo was taken. I was walking around my neighourhood, not a car or a person in sight, when I snapped this shot. My face looks shocked, disbelieving even.
I didn’t know the rollercoaster ride we would be subjected to in the coming two years, but I did have hope that one day all would be well again.
And today, in Toronto, mask mandates and vaccine passports have been jettisoned and we can all congregate together once more.
We got through it I suppose, even though I had many doubts that we’d see an end to something I found quite dubious at the time.
I’m returning to Toronto next week, and I can’t wait to have a belated St. Patrick’s Day celebration!