+10c/50f outside. While lovely, it’s really wrong. It’s not supposed to be like this in January. I miss winter.
That’s not to say I won’t take advantage of a spring-like day, and go for a walk instead of hit the underground gym in my building. Part of the 6km walk to Bloor Street then over to Broadview had me crossing the Bloor Viaduct, one of longest/highest bridges in the city. Didn’t feel even a flutter of fear.
A few years ago, they installed these cables and wires called the Luminous Veil to reduce the number of suicides. It apparently stopped people jumping off the Viaduct but didn’t reduce the numbers of suicide by falling; there are other bridges in the city after all.