Monday, October 23, 2006 ~ Montreal, Quebec
Its raining as I pull out of the hotel's underground garage and make my way to the Champlain Bridge. Another bridge, this time taking me off the Island of Montreal and south toward the border.
Like Lot's wife, I can't help but glance back at the city I'm leaving behind as I cross the bridge.
Unlike Lot's wife, there's nothing to see.
A mist-like veil shrouds the city, its mountain and skyline. Montreal has vanished...as if all that it was for me was another ghost that has now moved on.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Ghosts II
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