Saying Goodbye To Summer


Toronto is the city of two seasons: winter and construction. And as we watch the summer season say its last farewells, we wanted to take a moment to remember the warmer season. It’s with a bit of sadness we retire our sunbrellas (probably not a real word) and pack up the tanning lotion, as we begin to trade it for cozy sweaters and a cup of tea.


There’s something magical about the city streets on a summer’s night. It’s like every breeze is an invitation to explore. It beckons us to stick with good company and bask in the glow of Toronto’s lights. Fluorescent hues glow in harmony with the way the city streets come alive. Every corner buzzes with movement and sound. And when you look at the passing windows, you can’t help but feel connected to everyone and everything around you.

Closer Together

Getting outdoors becomes a way of life. Share Toronto’s largest sun roof with 50,000 other spectators. Grab a cold beverage and embrace the thick of the heat. Sometimes when you least expect it, you find moments of real excitement. Put on the colours that unite us, and share some time together.

Pure Art

Summer is a kick in the butt. To shed the insecurity of being complacent. To put on our shoes and step into new ideas, to greet new faces, to see new sights, and experience something entirely fulfilling. There’s a bit of magic that hangs in the air that’s part art, and totally intoxicating.

In A New Light

Yet it’s far from grim when we look back on the landmarks, and trinkets of memories that we’ve made throughout the year. Everything from the memories that we’ve created, to the stories we’ve heard and told, to the finest details you can’t quite explain why you recall – it’s all wrapped up and tucked away in that perfect centre, where summer kinda lasts forever.

It Makes it That Much Sweeter

And even though the impending brisk season quickly transforms into the notorious Toronto winter, we can’t help but give ourselves a nod in the mirror whenever we look forward to better days. That type of simple longing only makes the waiting so much better, giving purpose and appreciation to both the warmer and cooler seasons. It wouldn’t be Toronto if it happened in any other way.