You leave in the morning to you. One winter morning like any other. Arriving on the sidewalk, a cloud of dust you attacked the back of the throat. This chalky dust of the winter when the streets are no longer covered with snow. You remember not to take a breath through your mouth. The sun is shining.
You get to Metro. Enter. Some stations. You search the people around. Then you see that girl. Folded in half. As if she was unwell. Many eyes turn toward her. Discreetly. But you see them all. It should not be different in the Montreal subway. Someone offered him his seat. She accepts.
You exit the station then, Berri. You wanted to walk a bit before work. Few steps and you see a bum. He rummages in a bag of McDonalds he wields over a trash can. You think you would have perhaps given a granola bar if you'd had one. But you did not. Before you, the building of Hydro-Quebec released a large smoke ring. You look around and see that it is the building which gives off the most. You find it somewhat ironic. Right next to this building, you see something you never noticed. You can still find strange to discover new things in a place yet you go so often.
Continuing to walk, you wipe your tears. You're not sad. It is cold and perhaps a remnant of the cloud of pollution that you had crossed your way out. You blow a couple of times. You cross the road although a few corpses in Montreal: a beer glass, a cup of coffee, a parking ticket. You know that this is because you've already had two or three.
Then you're missing the odd balls that make noise near the Place des Arts. You are ambivalent. It has already attracted enough curiosity so that your you listen to some, but at the same time, you can not find it very attractive or interesting. A little further on the Astral, you see a small poster painter Corno. You remember seeing it on Everybody talks about it and have found that it looked like a fascinating woman. In looking up the poster, you see that the city has not removed the Christmas decorations.
You continue your way. You cross the alley dumpsters and again, you regret not having your camera. You say there is something in this scene that would make a pretty picture. Later, a guy washing the windows a fast-food restaurant. It has large bright orange mittens. After you see this guy. He has a dog leash and a big box. It is dirty. You also say that it will start his day job. Probably.
By crossing a street corner, you see a burst of sunshine. You turn spontaneously. Anyway, it is in the right direction. And hey, the sun is so beautiful. You see then a second guy who washes the windows. He also has large orange mitts. Wondering what comes before. The envy of the profession or mittens? You are growing near your workplace. You have time to cross two birds that make you smile. There also this guy who wants to impress by its engine rumbling and cutting off another car. An Audi if you're not mistaken. After all, you do not know anything about cars.
Now you've arrived. So sleepy, you leave your house keys to the office door. You get a good laugh.
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