somewhere back there, it's still all green and pastel

back in Montreal, where everything is cold and damp and brown and lifeless.

i'm not talking in metaphor here. i just never realized how ugly this city can be when Spring decides to plop its head right back into the sand and hide out longer than it has to. thank god for Easter and family time and leftovers and two cats that are slowly warming up to me again. oh, and all the dreams that went silent for the last two weeks, making sleeping in a productive proposition once again.