samedi 20 décembre 2008

Recette of an Icy Bike Ride

If you had fallen down in the street last night, this is what you would have seen looking up.

A tunnel of lights to lead the way down Graham Avenue.

Past the fruit stand and the nicest woman ever who sells me fruits, past the coffee shop where my friend Amanda works, past the restaurant that is always empty, and past the Italian grocery that sells the best saussicon.

Turn right, and you leave the lights and garland for a quiet ride home.