It could be the funky jazz music or the few sips of Muscat that are taking effect, but calm is sinking into the pores as the heat of the day dissipates into the night. This summer has been particularly brutal with humidity of incapacitating breadth. Was it this bad last year? I can’t recall. But that’s because I was away. As I am now. In another country. Italy. Denmark. A different line of latitude. With a different language. Patterns can be revealing. Hop, hop, hop, and fun can look like running. But I think “running” is clipping the second bird of “searching” and the stone falls right back into my hand as I prepare to throw it again.
Montreal has the unpretentious candor of a hipster town that has a confident saunter without losing its cool.
Montreal has the unpretentious candor of a hipster town that has a confident saunter without losing its cool. There are building-sized murals all over town that transform dull facades into visually choreographed dances. The cafes offer European speed wifi without obligatory mailing subscriptions or patronage to this or that phone company. And one thing that I found particularly easy to vibe with was the flowing nature of people and life throughout the neighborhoods. Walking across town revealed no competition between the various hoods and I felt I could enjoy each one without pledging blood allegiance to it. I think if Montreal had a better waterfront, I could live here. For now, I will just enjoy stretching my arms to the left and right sans fear of clipping a passerby with my fingers.
It all has purpose
Every little journey paints a better perspective of my reality back home. I cherish the space travel gives me to reboot and look at my lot with Monday-morning sobriety. Contrast is a useful barometer. Altitude from sea-level also a useful barometer. If I could afford to travel more and at more serious length, I would. And if I were accused of using traveling as an excuse to idle in life, I would respond with actually a foolish response, rather like the way the man acted who, when accused of heartlessness because he was sitting on a donkey, immediately dismounted and continued on his way with the donkey on his shoulders. It all has its purpose.