The thing about Toronto's ravines is that it's easy to overlook them or edit them out of our mental maps of the city. I didn't know about Glen Stewart Park myself until I stumbled upon the staircase leading down into it off Kingston Road this weekend. When I went down, the sounds of the city were muffled to nothing and it was like I was up north on a Cub Scout campout again. It was a living piece of nature, a reflection of what the whole city would have looked like a few hundred years ago, and an important anchor to the natural world. It's easy to forget about green when you live in the concrete jungle.
It feels like I should set a short story there or something.
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