Cry of the Wild
Fall is sheathing us with rain here in Montreal. The long descent into winter begins and with it the period of the year where downtown Montreal loses its lustre.
I remember being a kid on the west island. When the summer ended I was happy for the coming of winter and when the winter ended, summer was a welcome change. The seasons came and went at the perfect pace. Now, winter drags on and on taking a heavy toll in the process.
So where did the love go?
I think it has something to do with losing the connection to the outside; which is no more than a slushy or slippery hell between metro and bus or home and grocery store. Gone are the simple joys of encasing yourself in a snowsuit and heading out into the bright white playground.
And yet the joys of winter are out there, out beyond in the island somewhere in the trees or above the tree line as in this movie I've been watching:
http://www.nfb.ca/film/cry_of_the_wild/
Side note: I just discovered that the NFB puts all its movies online full length for all to watch.
Awesome...
Anyways, this all links into urban living: the joys, the turmoil. The sustainability gurus speak of density, and I love walking out the door to get what I want.
And yet the city stifles and the clean air feels nice, but what the hell do you do for a living? I am homo urbansis, I have no skills that would be of any use in a small town.
But hell, I’d love to build and igloo and raise wolves…