north-bound, to higher ground
treading the ice-laced, crunching streets
the lonely lit windows of skyscrapers
suspended above them
and the long beams of revolving light
from the roof of Place Ville Marie
searching the steam over the city
they tried to make it to more hospitable hills
god, it was cold
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I loved the spacing. It reminded me of how slow I have to walk in snow...like last night.
Hate how you aren't here, but write a piece about Montreal being cold and snowed in :P and that happened last night.
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This is SUCH a beautiful description of Montreal, Charles! Spot on. I loved "the long beams of revolving light/from the roof of Place Ville Marie/searching the steam over the city" - I've always thought that light gave Montreal such an ethereal quality and you put it perfectly.
How much longer before you retuurn? :D
Also, please say this is a Malajube reference lol!
Thanks Andrea, and Mike!
Yes, it is a malajube reference...
And I come back in just over 4 months!
Charles this is a perfect description, and makes me miss Montreal.
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