This is my third attempt to enter the blogosphere.
I've never blogged before.
For the better part of my life, I have been a pen&paper kinda girl.
My first two attempts at posting were meant to introduce the city I IN-habit. I found myself writing much that has been said and done before. Terraces, Hipsters, the Music Scene, yadda yadda yadda. So I stopped.
But. Tonight, I said: Alright, I'm just going to do it. I'm going to write what I feel.
"T'es capable" - as a friend of mine would say after I've nursed my beer for too long.
This summer, I've felt something change.
I've grown more restless.
It now takes considerable effort for me to sleep because when I get into bed I just curl and uncurl my toes and my brain runs a million miles an hour.
Sometimes I reflect about my time here.
I realized I know this city better than any city that I've ever lived in.
I've been to most of the neighborhoods on the island and Definitely all of the ones in the downtown area.
So many good memories.
I must say that my favourite memory took place in the Old Port.
If you walk west on the canal path from the main square, you will find three rectangular metal forms that sit directly across the canal from the old silos.
It is easy to miss them if you are not looking for them.
Anyway, if you speak into the microphone attached to one of the metal cubes, the sound will reverberate in the silos and you can hear the echos.
I've only been there at night when the air is still and no one is around.
I whisper "hello montreal" into the microphone, wait for the louder echo, and look back up the mountain. I feel calm.
I remember one night, a few years back in October, we were jogging and we stopped at the echo place. I was laughing about something he said, flushed from running, and I closed my eyes to take one deep breath. I never do that. It was pure happiness- an ineffable feeling.
I hope that this summer, something. SOMETHING. like that. will happen.
