A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

Last Tuesday I was at work. As I left the Tim Horton’s next door and walked back to our building, a coyote trotted across the parking lot right in front of me. It took my brain a second to reconcile the fact that I was seeing a coyote outside a Mississauga office building.

I guess that’s what happens with so much urban sprawl.

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