Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Last Afternoon in Montreal
I share with you this moment, still and vibrant. A riot of color half-obscuring a cityscape.
I share with you this deep breath, this peace, this tiny wonder. You cannot see the clouds, but they were gathering to chase us back inside.
They waited, those clouds. They waited until we had finished puzzling out the secret of why old cities and their beating hearts speak so passionately to our souls. Call to us in voices we hear with our bones.
It's the illusion of permanence. We love to hope. That is the thing that makes us great.