Memories of the motherland

Ahh, Canadian creek. On my approach I think of minnows and frogs moving in an out of a clear freshwater stream teeming with life. The paradisaical sound of water babbling over the smooth riverstones. An oasis of life in the middle of this income neighbourhood...

Wait. Hmm...that's not anything like home. Canadian creek? It's like whoever named this was dropped in downtown Toronto and they thought every creek in Canada was like this... Fortunately no wrecked grocery carts, or motor oil, so at least it has that going for it.