Smoke Not On The Water

Today I went downtown to pick up my Spanish visa for next semester, and when leaving Ogilvie, the strangest thing happened.

Our train passed through a huge, impossibly thick cloud of smoke. I looked around frantically for the source, assuming that a building had to be burning to give off that amount of smoke. No one else seemed to notice it. After ten seconds, we were completely clear of it.

It was then that I realized I had been trying desperately to smell it, as if to prove its existence.