Mid-December on the TTC

On the subway tonight, two men. Two identical gaps in the upper rows of teeth, displayed in equal grimaces. The conversation is about snow and the likelihood, or lack thereof, that they would be inclined to travel to the island under such conditions. It is not actually all that cold out and the snow has been cleared from the streets and sidewalks – it is more the thought of it upon which the discussion gains ground. There are questions about the nature of the event. How good would it be anyway? There was an invitation, but it was vague and impersonal. And besides, it’s cold. The older of the men makes a face, says “not a chance” and looks away. The conversation, with its matching gaps, is over.