From my balcony in the west end I can see the sparkling lights of Toronto. It is breathtaking and I feel blessed to be free to live in this magnificent city. Yesterday, the CN Tower was lite with the colors of the Ukrainian flag, blue and yellow, and this evening it is purple and red, in honor of the essential healthcare workers, I think. Standing in the cold air on my balcony, looking out into the night sky,  I shudder at the thought and the media images now stuck in my mind, of another city, so far away, being bombarded, innocent civilians running for refuge and forced to take up arms against their own neighbors with horrendous odds. On a side note, my father’s family was originally from Hungary and Czechoslovakia. Apparently, I myself come from a long line of gypsies!