I remember going to bed one night, barely two months after moving to Montreal. It was chilly, around 5C or so. In the gathering wind, shadows of bare trees danced on my window. The next morning, I was woken by the excited voices of newcasters on my alarm-radio. At first I lay there, in that… Read More Cold yet?
Leaves shook on the branches, causing hushed whispers to suddenly sound all at once overhead. A leaf, slightly curled up and crisp from age and the pendulum swings between the warmth of an Indian Summer and a foretaste of the frigid chill of Winter, fell slowly. It wandered in mid-air, almost hesitant and cautious of… Read More Falling leaves