I was just walking along Queen St. West, across from the southeast corner of Trinity Bellwoods park.

It's an unsettled early evening here in T.O., and the wind was gusting down from the thunderclouds.

A swarm of dancing, swirling tree seeds rode those turbulent air currents.

The seeds proved the theory of relativity. High up, the seeds looked carefree as they pirouetted. The wind then drove them down and towards me en masse. They whizzed by like tiny, purposeful speed demons, making me feel like a pylon in their wind-driven race.

How is the winner of this race determined? I guess some lucky seed finds a bare patch of moist soil, germinates, takes root, survives to adulthood -- and then releases its own seeds on a blustery day to provide a cinematic moment in the life of some passerby in 2088 or so. :)

I'm unlikely to be there to enjoy that one, but I appreciated the dreamy interlude today. :)