Because it hurts to take the TTC

Walking during the day means a Tom's tan and the library. Some stalking to some degree, and singing to myself. Walking at sundown means missing the sun that sets behind the walker heading east for no reason at all. Paranoia til you're forced to turn back. Everyone else wondering why you're all alone. Rollerblading during the day brings wet armpits but a smooth street car free. At night it means missing all of the cracks and freaking yourself out. May contain some sort of wheeled pacing back and forth while cursing a small hand held device. If I were to go for a run during the day, everyone would see my panting red face and I'd return home with a pimple or ten. Unless if a run were to take place at 6:30AM or earlier. Sun rising to your left, Saturday street all to yourself, a park bench to rest on, and a reason to be grateful that you're alive. But in the night you wish it was Victoria Sunday fireworks all the time, but no, it's wanting to end the day knowing that you can still breathe.