the montreal air brought us back up from below freezing where we sat for a week or so. the floor of the snowdon metro sat soaking in slush this morning as a floor cleaner interrupted the end of the work-bound rush.
i am late for my welfare assessment.
the train peaks its head out from behind a corner before it comes my way. azure and canary yellow. but my pants and shoes are earth brown and mustard and it sort of clashes.
i lost my headphones again and so transcendental youth plays on repeat in my head. this summer i did every stupid thing that made me feel alive. it ended me up here where i am still in love with the city.
the sun beats down on the pavement outside decarie square, melting all of the snow from the previous days. i have my coat unzipped. the lady at the desk calls me 'madame.'