March 14, 2007 § 10 Comments
Today, I decided to walk home from school. The weather was perfect for it, overcast but warm, and I had excellent company most of the way. I said goodbye to Setare at the post office, promising to have drinks soon, then continued along Jeanne-Mance to the grocery store.
About halfway up the street, I noticed two colour photocopies stapled to a telephone pole. Slowing, I saw that they were photographs of a wide, tree-lined street overlooking a park; in one of them, three figures sat lazily on a bench, drenched in sunlight. Underneath the photos, there was a single line of handwritten text:
This is where we make good on life.
And in that moment, I felt my first rush of spring.