It was the flashing bitcoin sign in the window that caught my eye, maybe because I’d heard that crypto is sky-rocketing. I’ve walked past this corner shop over a hundred times, and until last week, I’d never noticed how charming it is. I was in a moving taxi so I missed the chance to snap a picture. Then yesterday, I found myself running an errand on Bathurst St., and there it was again. Steven’s. I stood in the middle of the road snapping away at the children’s portraits and potted daffodils, and by some brilliant stroke of luck, a woman walked by wearing a jacket and shoes as bright as the red letters above the shop. It’s pretty cool what reveals itself to us when we open our eyes, when we choose to pay attention.