Dressed for disco on a whim. Feet tucked into Tsubo's, a cycling jersey swapped for CM stripes. Ripped around, heels in clips, wind in my hair while bombing St. Urbain. Mike and I went on a driving trip to the outskirts of Montreal's east for dinner in a maple grove this evening. Pate Chinois for dinner, Shepherd's Pie delish. French and english family around a table, quietness and swallows. You could hear frogs through the screen. A wall of green outside the dining room window. Tree line, distinct as the day is long. Enter here, it was so tantalizing. The entire meal I kept staring at the foliage, my insides turning out with longing to run straight into it. Branches folding in like arms, the wall swallowing in on itself. Poof! We went for a digestive walk after the second helping and looked at sugar shacks as we wandered through a tree stand. It was something. The smell of it, well. It was nice. We very nearly witnessed a dog death en route home. It was such a near miss and the scene of it cut to my quick. In the instant before, I thought to myself: I am not ready to witness death yet. Who is ready?
Here are some recent photos. Moms-at-play, wood wanderings, Shira Time, stencil studies around town, Saltwater feet, bare trees, the Spring Shed. Summer is coming! Hallelujah. Looking forward to eating breakfast with Milky again tomorrow. Coffee, hollandaise, watermelon.
