Tuesday, May 31, 2005
the sun is shining is Montreal
O bliss! How lovely to see the sun shine! we who live(d) south of the tropics never really appreciate the sun the way the Northerners do. But its nice. The sense of season is so strong here. for practical reasons - you do need a different set of clothes for all 4 seasons, but also because the brutality of the winter here makes the few pleasant days so precious. I now know why englishmen talk about the weather. Its a constantly changing thing. I went out for a walk.
This weekend we went to Quebec city. How lovely and touristy it is. I liked it though not like the Niagara which really is a horrible theme park, except when the water just roars over your head in the underground caves. Quebec is lovely and the boardwalk is an absolute delight. Snaking along hills above the St Lawrence...Canada is beautiful. One of those days when it felt as if coming here was worth it. It has been. Things are finally working out and the sun is shining. I have infinite patience now, well no, but almost there... life is really quite frantic back home... or was it just my younger self. I feel adulthood slowly spreading and rising through me and I like that. I am calmer and more in control and if there is no manic joy, there is no dark depression either. I finally feel that I can just be and breathe a little. I miss having a social life... but when I left Cairo it was like , been there done that. There is always something to miss. Plus I am not the easiest to get along person either, no?
It was beautifully overcast in Quebec city, grey, pregnant with the promise of rain . I always loved the monsoon. For years I saw no rain at all .SO I don't mind the rain. Always that nostalgia of ginger tea and a good book, sitting by the window and reading - those beautiful days in Navynagar. That was lovely. India is so beautiful and the quality of the light is different in every part of the country. The light in the west is dry and breezy and sandy and the east is intense and humid and a deeper gold. Navy nagar was at the tip of the island of Bombay and was very green and spread out with lovely colonial bungalaows with big gardens and lots of tall buildings named after a constellation of Apsaras. Old shady trees lined the roads, which were lined with boulders neatly painted white. Defence areas were always so clean and green that for us brats it was always hard to adjust to the squalor outside. But I always wanted to get out , see something else since I could remember. There was always the enchanting thought of something more interesting around the corner! I have gone round many corners, its not what lies behind, its the anticipation I am hooked on.
This weekend we went to Quebec city. How lovely and touristy it is. I liked it though not like the Niagara which really is a horrible theme park, except when the water just roars over your head in the underground caves. Quebec is lovely and the boardwalk is an absolute delight. Snaking along hills above the St Lawrence...Canada is beautiful. One of those days when it felt as if coming here was worth it. It has been. Things are finally working out and the sun is shining. I have infinite patience now, well no, but almost there... life is really quite frantic back home... or was it just my younger self. I feel adulthood slowly spreading and rising through me and I like that. I am calmer and more in control and if there is no manic joy, there is no dark depression either. I finally feel that I can just be and breathe a little. I miss having a social life... but when I left Cairo it was like , been there done that. There is always something to miss. Plus I am not the easiest to get along person either, no?
It was beautifully overcast in Quebec city, grey, pregnant with the promise of rain . I always loved the monsoon. For years I saw no rain at all .SO I don't mind the rain. Always that nostalgia of ginger tea and a good book, sitting by the window and reading - those beautiful days in Navynagar. That was lovely. India is so beautiful and the quality of the light is different in every part of the country. The light in the west is dry and breezy and sandy and the east is intense and humid and a deeper gold. Navy nagar was at the tip of the island of Bombay and was very green and spread out with lovely colonial bungalaows with big gardens and lots of tall buildings named after a constellation of Apsaras. Old shady trees lined the roads, which were lined with boulders neatly painted white. Defence areas were always so clean and green that for us brats it was always hard to adjust to the squalor outside. But I always wanted to get out , see something else since I could remember. There was always the enchanting thought of something more interesting around the corner! I have gone round many corners, its not what lies behind, its the anticipation I am hooked on.
