It snowed in Montreal again today, so this video is resonating with me a lot tonight. The determined footsteps, the armour-like winter jackets, everything. Watching this video also made me realize I have lived in Eastern Canada for so long now that real winter seems completely normal. The other day, a West coaster asked me when the snow stops. April, sometimes even May, I said without much thought. That doesn’t seem so ludicrous anymore.
I am feeling bouts of melancholia these days, reading snippets of The Waste Land and listening to Sylvia Plath between my “real” readings about unfortunate people getting the short end of the stick from the courts. But things are going very well for me. It is what it is.