Montreal, Canada.
Today it is mild grey, as if the snow on the ground has somehow made it back heavenward and the world is a reflection of itself.
Unfamiliar roads, unfamiliar buildings. Crunching through snow like fresh biscuits, wading through gravel-flavoured slush. I don't know which way is up, and I get left and right confused. It is cold, but it is a refreshing change after some twenty-eight hours between airports and planes at 33,000 feet, chasing yesterday.
The sky showers pure fine flour, and it makes me think of baking a cake. Buildings like decorative confectionery, and I devour, devour, devour.
It is beautiful here.
Posted by sniffles at February 04, 2002 05:08 AM