The Great Canadian Waterfront Thread

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Originally Posted by wg_flamip

Weird. A summer thunderstorm can be quite nice as long as you're not caught outside and it's not happening everyday. After several days above 30 with humidity beating down on you, the cathartic release of violently thrashing rains, deafening thunder and wild forks of lightning comes as a welcome relief.

To bring this back to the waterfront: I think one of the most beautiful moments I've experienced in Toronto occurred on a summer night out on the Leslie St. Spit. Behind us and across the harbour, the skyline was silhouetted by the pink-and-purpling twilight. Above us, the stars were beginning to poke out from the deep blue sky. But the lake before us was nothing. A void. The horizon did not exist. The water and sky met in a impenetrable haze with no definite beginning or end. Distant thunder rumbled over the surface of the lake, with intermittent forks of lightning appearing out of nothing, hinting only for a moment at the rolling clouds above and the we're-just-getting-started waves below. We sat on an old log taking it all in silently, half-terrified we'd be caught on the bare and narrow spit when the storm rolled in. The park was closed and there was no one around, just the fresh smell of the churning lake and the refreshing taste of a cool wet breeze through a three-days-stale and sweltering city.

Absolutely magical.

Sometimes I wish I could like or thumbs up a post. This description is outstanding; they say a picture is worth a thousand words, but you did pretty fucking good with a lot less. Are you a writer?