Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The quiet is loud

The view here is smaller, and I feel so far away from what I used to know. The cold settles on everything, making us stop. The quiet is loud. But we wait, and after a few long days the snow melts slowly, then almost all at once. Icicles disappear in a matter of hours. Water trickles down the street, that steady hopeful sound. I take careful walks, navigating around ice and slush. My eyes want to look up, to marvel at the houses, the trees, everything ready and brand new.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

For something new

Finding boxes, filling boxes. Saying goodbye to favourite streets. Last walks, last meals. Planning out our remaining days over beer and cheeseburgers at the first restaurant we visited in town, so many years ago. It's quiet. The last of the sun fades through the gaps in the curtains. Old men sit chatting quietly, leaving long pauses in their conversation. A young couple is laughing together, leaning on the table with their elbows. It's an appropriate last visit. It's a good time to make plans for something new.