While walking with head upturned to enjoy the first few blossoms of the flowering cherry trees forming the urban orchard along Haultain Avenue and joying in the knowledge that these are the first of – millions! – a bubble floated by. Then another. I had heard that rapture can bring on hallucinations – but – a quick look down and around and I located the source. A bubble making machine. Beside The Ministry of Casual Living art gallery. A marquee was being set up in the back and there were many chairs being arranged. Surrounded by bubbles I commented on them to one of the ladies busily engaged and she told me a wedding was to take place. Oh! Now that buoyed me along the rest of the walk, that and the emerging blossoms. It was enough to make me alter my route and extend the walk. Then – nearing home, just as it was getting dark, I stopped and stared. A wheelchair was sitting on the grassy boulevard by a corner. Just sitting there. Not near a house. Not near a car. An empty wheelchair. A perfectly good condition wheelchair. I stood for awhile waiting for some explanation to occur to me(miraculous cure?) or for someone to appear and solve this delicious mystery. None did. It was surreal.