The Night Pt.2

It used to be the time of mysteries and marvels,
time for waking up to look out of the window and listening to night birds,
or watching dawn approach with that untamable sense of purpose.

When, i wonder, did it become just darkness and dreamless sleep?
Is it just a coincidence, or is it an inescapable pattern?

I'll need to watch over myself, and out of the window, more.

One Great City Pt.2

The Notre Dame Cathedral in St. Boniface.
Looking towards SW on the Red River.
And looking straight East: tracks of boots on snow over the river.
Crossing the Provencher Bridge.
Looking under the Bridge: black ice.
More ice under the bridge.
Looking back towards the cathedral.
Snow Bank.
Wasteland.
Yes, Snow as well.