Seen Reading

Seated at a table on the patio of Sweet Fantasies Ice Cream at the corner of Bloor Street and Brunswick Avenue, brown-haired woman in non-maternity clothes (but only those purchased around 2003 when she was a bit fat, but non-maternity nonetheless), three weeks post-partum with her baby asleep in the carrier on her chest. She is rereading Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner, which isn't much of an intellectual pursuit but it's enjoyable, and she's eating a cookies and cream ice-cream cone. The sun is shining and has kissed her cheeks, it's been days upon days since the last time she cried with despair, and we've come such a long way since this all started.