Snow and the City

As winter gracefully melts into a Spring of promises I walk the streets of Montreal eyes to the skies. It snows randomly. Delicate, crisp, white flakes of ice float around and about me. They cling to my eyelashed like dewdrops on lotus tips, like dreams that melt away when the sun of reality shines forth...

To carry on down grey streets for an eternity. To swim evermore in the cool serenity 'neath heavy clouds and amog silent snowflakes. To hear the guitar strumming in the wind and live always by the candle's glow...