Glass, Shit, and Dirt

Spring has sprung here in Montreal! It's a gloriously sunny revelation of dog turds, broken bottles, and grit whirlwinds in the road. Filthy icebergs still fill parking lot corners while girls are showing off their legs in the newly-warm light. It's very nice, if a bit hard on the cyclists and asthmatics. I can't wait until it rains some more and turns the mountain green. There will be hundreds of different shades of leaves and blades in the beginning. I like to walk trails up and over the top of the mountain to sit in a glade or by Beaver Lake on my downtown lunchbreaks. Sun dappling green green grass. Les Piknics Electroniks vont recommencer bientot, aussi. Summer here, with the terrasses, heat, depanneur beer and popsicles, rowdy Quebecois and ex-pats, is without peer. It almost makes clawing your way through a Montreal winter worth it. Almost.