i left today. its not the first time. and i will be coming back. But the next time i leave i wont. not for a very very long time at least. too long.

 

As the bus took the highway out of the city it poured. the rain drenched everything. everything got wet. my eyes included.

 

"the rain stains the streets a darker black"

 

this city this montreal that i love gazing at from these highways (i heart highways) isnt my mtl. mine is on the other side of road. but still. mtl. with its old buildings . its quaintness. its green rooftops and circular domelike tops of churches. once bronze maybe copper. now green. brilliant (im)perfect unreal green. (i remember a picture i took in my first year. it was so unusual to me. so beautiful. still is)

 

the city looks different today. wet. darker. A heavy mist rests on houses . grey. it makes everything seem closer somehow (if only because all that is in the distance is little more then a haze today) the shapes quickly fade into the background. and the background; the sky. a light. grey so light its almost white a great grand plain plane. i think im relieved the city im leaving today isnt the same sunny city of this summer. i think that would have made it worse. it would remind me of what i soon wont be returning to.

yes. this weather is perfect for today. 

 

Soon all this will be covered in white. and in cold. and the great expanse of greyish white will take on a pink maybe purple hue. some nights it will be orange. i'll miss the flurries.

 

08.09.05

12:03pm