A firefly-studded dusk walk down a country lane a few hundred feet on the Quebec side of the US border.
Entering a food desert in Nouveau- Bourdeaux, Montreal with old friend D, and scouring an Afro-Carribbean epicerie for snacks to fuel our attempts to save the world via wide-ranging conversations and a little frisbee.
Driving for four days straight with the wonderful T, singing, philosophizing, listening to Invisibilia podcasts about human-black bear interactions and the philosophy of swearing.
Discussions with four year old S about why squirrels bury nuts.
Lovingly tended potted flowers outside Montreal apartments.
Long porch conversations looping in and around language with H. and G., a kiwi/quebecois couple.