Stung Eye

The building on the left is the Winnipeg Clinic. My parents would bring me here to visit our pediatrician.

I remember elevator buttons that weren’t actually buttons but some sort of 1940s high-tech touch sensor. (Or is this actually a memory from The Bay?)

Sitting in the waiting room I would stare out from below one of those beautifully curved awnings, fascinated by the mirrored surface of the building across the street. I searched the grid for a pattern to explain the positions of the different coloured windows.