I remember...

This morning, I sit, with a cigarette and a cup of coffee in my home town, Chelsea, Québec. Many mornings in Montréal, when I must rush to school on the bus, bombarded by advertisements and surrounded by sick people, I get confused as to why I am there in the first place. I often tend to forget what the countryside has to offer. When I was kid I had a pessimistic view on being in the country. It was "boring". There was nothing to do.

Now, the respite that it gives me is indescribable. There are no fences here. The neighbors do talk to each other. The community is fighting expansion and development. There is still some humanity. So, yesterday I saw a bear destroying the plants in the back yard, to my father's complete desperation. AND, I saw the mother chickadee surrounded by five youngsters taking lunges at the several bird feeders in our yard. It was beautiful. Then it started raining and that scent of fall came through to its fullest majesty. My brother always said that he could smell the rain coming.

This, as well as a super fluidity of reasons, is why I disagree with current trends in the world at the current time. I want things to change, but I don't know how.