Montreal in the summer is a veritable hub of activity. Every year, the city of festivals beckons thousands from around the world to its little island. For a few short weeks, Montreal is bustling with events and shows for the young and old; the francos and the anglos; the newcomers and the regulars.
There's a certain frantic excitement in the air; something that urges
you to spend every possible moment outside, experiencing all the fun and taking in the sounds, smells and tastes the city has to offer.
After those summer months, the autumn air begins to settle in and that frantic energy is replaced
by a more mellow ambiance. The people become more
quiet, the city becomes a little introspective, without, however, losing any of
its joie de vivre.
I use to dread the smell of fallen leaves, the nipping cold in the hours before sunrise, the calm, subdued mood that blankets the city. All it meant to me was that winter and its shoveling and its bitter cold and its icy roads were that much closer.
But this year, it's different. I'm seeing the here and now. The colours are by far my favourite part of this season. Snuggling under a warm blanket with a hot chocolate watching must-see-tv's fall line-up ain't too bad either. Let winter come. For now, I'm enjoying the crisp autumn air.
{photo credit: my flickr}
