after the movie ended I had to bike home (because they aren’t letting bikes on the metro nowadays due to jazz fest), well past midnight. the weather in montreal now is absolutely sublime, it is hard in the present state to imagine a better place to be in the summer… and cruising through the warm air and the quiet leafy streets of westmount with a giant pie of a moon hanging low in the sky–makes anyone feel nostalgic for whatever happy memories they may have.
[I’ve noticed that as soon as the weather starts turning warm and there’s that smell of humidity in the air, people always say it reminds them of being in {insert their favourite place here}.] [[and I do feel a little nostalgic about lower westmount, where I once spent a lovely summer playing tennis every evening…]]
Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.