in short, it's my city
Oh no! It's mine
...
Okay, fine, I’ll agree to share it—but not in winter, it seems? And yet:
She nestles and falls asleep so white in the shadow of the night
She shivers wrapped in lace frost as the day awakens
She moans under the caresses of the wind chasing her through the morning streets
She sighs in the warmth of the deep earthen lights
She smiles curled in the sun’s rays
And as the day unfolds, you can hear the crystal of her laughter telling of the cold, the wind, the light, and the snow…
It’s winter, from evening to morning and morning to the end of the day, I live her and I love her
It’s Montreal, the Ice Beauty
:) 
