27.8.10
21.8.10
12.8.10
listening to Whitey..
..and half running half hiking up Mount Royal from home, down low on Notre Dame...up, up to the top where tourists film static scenes of city doing nothing but those things that cities do... and all the way down turning back up to different heights, sheltered amongst trees in a grove quiet from the prying screams of children and tourist bunches, and back down along wooded, dirt trails, tripping on roots and coming too close to spider webs wrapped tightly between branches; reaching crumbling stone stairs that used to be the way up before the glistening banisters and raw wood steps became the path to go along... all the way down near the streets, hearing the cars but not seeing them, taking a left turn instead of a right, reaching more crumbling stone stairs but these ones have an ancient maple tree strewn across their way, climbing through the branches and down more steps until, a fence. fighting through spider web lattice to climb up six feet and drop eight down to the last two stone steps, and a road.
...and further down, a sign outside St. Paul's Cathedral read, 'Organ Recital' and that too, I couldn't resist.
...and further down, a sign outside St. Paul's Cathedral read, 'Organ Recital' and that too, I couldn't resist.
6.8.10
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