What if your story started here?

Once there was this person you loved, so much.

How can people hate love?

The whole world hated the idea of the two of you, or…

You were a Starling. They were a Swallow.

Let’s say that’s how it was.

You were to meet on the Hunter Street bridge, just around the corner.

And you were late.

It was a windy day, and unlike now, it was spring.

You turned the corner.

Your love stood on the Hunter Street bridge, looking east.

Away.

Even your voice, your Starling voice…

The wind took your voice.

Your love, remembering who they were, and missing you…

You’re always a little late, right?

And the person you loved so much dove into the liquid air.

Springtime on the Otonabee. The swallows were back.

Remember the time that you, Starling, you had nothing to say?

What if your story started here?