I'm sitting here, windows open, the cooling night air seeping so sluggishly inside, and there are moments when everything seems to pause, all cars at stop lights, and I hear a sound, clack-clack, clack-clack, clack-clack, like a distant train. And I realize that for the first time I'm hearing the subway riding out over the bridge across the Humber, and I wonder what it says about this air, this night, this type of silence.
