Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Life, this week

Coming up out of the metro, making my way to the exit, I glance up — the stairs are swarming with grey-brown huddled masses ever so slowly writhing in the direction I'm headed.

Montreal cannot shake winter, yet. It's trying to emerge, but is still cold, tired, dirty. Slugs we are.

1 comment:

cipriano said...

I LOVE Montreal.
You live in a beautiful [and fun] city.