The Long Spaces In-Between

It’s a gloomy day in Montreal. But I kind of like it, even though I miss the longer daylight hours. As I was out, I saw people in various states of confused dress with the odd in-between chilly, not chilly weather being what it is. One woman with a long, large, black puffer coat, hood on. Another with no coat at all. A man with a light coat and a hoodie. Not very exciting today. The theme felt so very routine. I see the people, but it’s a little harder to see who they are… their souls are a little shrunken today. It feels like the city is a little more mine during times like this, as people quickly get to their point B from their point A, as I said, their routine, and there are long spaces in-between where I am alone, on my way, too, like them I guess, or at least it’s the illusion of being alone. Sometimes that’s a space I want to be in, and sometimes it’s not.

What is it like where you are? What have you observed today? What is the storyline? Did you talk to any interesting characters?

Wishing you a less gloomy day than mine.

I can’t go without leaving a photo… Here’s a hydrangea from one of my many walks. I love the silhouette it creates. And the way the sun flares just in the corner.