I miss Canada
February 20th, 2010This paragraph from A Parchment of Leaves made me cry so much (for Canada) that I had to get out of the bathtub, dry off my feet, and paint my toenails red so I could pretend it was summer. Ironic, eh?
I imagined the music drifting over the creek like mist on an autumn evening, spreading itself out with its high notes pressed tight against the mountains. I felt like a bird had been let loose beneath my ribs. Everybody was clapping to the music or stomping their feet, and some of them were even up and clogging. I had not been so happy since leaving Redbud. Being amongst that music and the people hollering to one another, touching one another on the shoulder while they talked, drinking from the same jar of moonshine – all that made me feel at home at last, somehow.
Mikey walked by in the hall… “are you crying in there?”… “no, I’m painting my toenails”…”hmm.”
February 21st, 2010 at 2:19 am
and canada misses you. lots.
February 21st, 2010 at 8:43 pm
I know that feeling. :( Sometimes I get a sad when I read Good Night Boston to Saffron and look at those cartoony pictures of the Boston skyline and the Public Gardens.
February 22nd, 2010 at 5:00 pm
:( I am under no illusions that our move in July will be easy. The fact that I resolutely do not want to leave T.O. is going to make it harder.
February 22nd, 2010 at 6:01 pm
loved. that. book.