The City

I walked into the centre of the city tonight, tonight during the first snow we've had all winter (Why so sad Alberta? Why so brown?) and the sounds were all muffled and the cars went "slooosh" as they past, so that I felt like a character in a black and white film about Christmas.

I used to own a painting (a painting that I stole) of a purple- twilight city, with shiny, wet streets and women with folded umbrellas and straight skirts that flared just below the knee. I would like to live in that painting, breathe in that purple air, walk that wet city.