…after a night on a Greyhound bus.
One thing, quickly, before I fall into my darling darling bed:
Imagine Limocar bus speeding to Montreal for ~1.5hrs and then getting stopped by sudden traffic somewhere in actual downtown right after gigantic sign in the night sky proclaiming a brand of Farina. Imagine, too, an endless panorama of red taillights in front, snaking up and curving ahead. 5 streets in 1/2hr. Imagine that I had to transfer to GH bus to NY in 20…15…7 min – and we are still in the “stop-n-step” mode; imagine my mood and/or unprintable expressions on my lips.
And now imagine that velvety-violet skies suddenly pop with pinwheels and chrysanthemums of
amazing fireworks! red-white-blue! gold and silver! higher, wider, spinning, sparkling!
For a split-sec moment I actually thought (hoped, maybe, more appropriate?) that Quebec finally separated from CA and entered as another state into our Union! Why else would they celebrate out Independence Day?
L&G, make your guesses heard – while I crash into much needed slumber