Not about the milk

This is a weird story, there is no realism involved (other than that the locations exist), the whole event woke me up and the reason remains unknown to me. I have been thinking of season 2 of the grandson of Hades and I have a few ideas but that is not what stopped me today (at 03:30). The event takes place at the Canadian consulate at Harrington St, The Rocks NSW. I was walking in for some unknown reason and there was a blonde, a gorgeous healthily shaped blonde and it was not herself that took my attention, it was her T-shirt. It was a sort of golden yellow with a white icon (see below)

The icon kept on taking my attention and a few moments later the woman got up lifted her T-shirt (a spectacular view to say the least) and my puzzled look got to her. Is that not what you were looking for? I told her it was the icon, she could not tell me what it was because the T-shirt was a gift. So there I was trying to figure out what I was staring at. The symbol you see is almost what it looks like, it is as close as my wake mind can capture. The back of my mind has a reference to Ontario grain farmers, but I do not know any. At present I have not yet visited Ontario. So why does this bother me, why is this calling to me? It was not bout the woman (yet she was breathtakingly good looking) I cannot find any reference to the symbol or where I might have seen it before, Google was actually no help at all, so I am awake before 5 am and the reason eludes me. So here I am drinking my glass of milk (too early for coffee now) and I am smitten with the puzzle my mind gives me. Now I will probably lose most of the day trying to figure out the symbol and in the end it will be meaningless (one can only hope) and it will not have any relationship to anything I am doing. What a way to start Friday.

Well, this is me trying to get some more sleep, I’ll write more later readers.