-a starling walking on a front lawn covered in a forest of dandelions
-the golden-crowned bird that flew away from under my feet
-wearing indigo on a breezy day in May
-watching the bus leave, knowing that another will be there by the time I reach the station
-my own handwriting, free and unlike any other
-pink trees in Girouard Park and matching tulips
-looking up from underground
-walking downtown with piano scores in my backpack
-McGill College in spring
-children playing with a parachute in the park
-a well-deserved rest in a half-circle of park benches and trees in vibrant May dress with a bottle of Perrier and a book of Poe poems (and short writings)
A melody that you realize you have always known, a haunting lament for humanity, and a piece that defies description.
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cute
"pink trees in Girouard Park"
i hope these trees were only planted recently. otherwise, my memory has been acting up for the last few years.
Hmm. I might have been hallucinating. They seemed pink though.
enqjodo?
ah, it must have been because the trees are only pink for a small fraction of time. as i passed by today, i looked closely and saw one whose color had almost been drained... it's a shame that pink trees fade.
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