Thread 003: Golden Hours and Ancient Dreams

On Toronto summers, Barcelona nights, and how Mallorca woke my sleeping soul...

Issue 003: A Dance of Seasons

Memory plays tricks with light. In Toronto, every memory I have seems steeped in gold – especially the summer ones. There's something about the way sunset spills across the city that makes even the most ordinary moment feel like magic. Last July, I found myself doing what I always do when the days grow long: sliding into my shortest shorts and most comfortable slippers, queuing up the perfect playlist (equal parts Lana Del Rey and The Neighbourhood), and setting out to wander.

Summer unfolds in Toronto like a permission slip written in sunlight, telling me to expand beyond the careful borders I've drawn around myself. I walk for hours through Cabbagetown, studying Victorian townhouses like they're stories waiting to be read. Each step, each turn down a new street feels like gathering pieces of magic for later. These wanderings are more than just walks – they're expeditions for inspiration, collecting moments that will bloom into ideas for Brand Tea Party, g…