I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Friday, September 16, 2016

Urban poetry

A violinist in the rue Sainte-Catherine.

He was barefoot, and now that the weather has abruptly switched seasons and there will be few if any more days to be running around Montreal without warm shoes I find myself wondering if he's laced up yet, if his bare feet were a thing, or just a reflection of an exceptionally hot day in Quebec.

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