Nostalgia
24th May 11
At night, Montreal still slides into our dreams and shifts our emotions. It is the ghost of the lost child we cannot let go. In the mornings I still wake up disorientated and surprised by the bright Australian sunshine pouring through my open window. I confuse the orange blossoms in our garden with snow. Our friendships are now hung up on those memories. In empty bars at 2am, we reminisce over our time in the most beautiful and most difficult city in the world. We try to work out how it is that we are back here, in our empty bars with our empty beers, when we could be back there: in our snow filled city where the skyline was broken only by the spires of a hundred cathedrals.
