That look in your eyes, I know it. Where did you go? I took the Bloor West streetcar to meet you in High Park. We stood under a constellation of pinks and whites. It seemed like the cherry trees bloomed just for us. Can we stay a bit longer? you asked. We should go it's getting dark. you answered. There is always next year. There was always a next year. I wish we could have stayed. That look in your eyes, I know it. Where are you going?