Tuesday, June 3, 2008

246 Highlands

Coming home tonight I felt like I was in my own little Douglas Coupland novel. I took the old bus route home, the 246 from the seabus to Edgemont Village, climbing up into the North Shore mountains, up the hills into the cerulean dark, the bus (only me and the bus driver, after a certain point) careening down Montroyal, past the fire hall, past the elementary schools, so high that on the downslope I could see the lights of downtown beyond the treetops.

3 comments:

mennogirl said...

I love that you used cerulean, such a pretty word and a beautiful color!

Ella said...

I was sitting on the bus, trying to figure out how to describe the night that was just getting dark, but not black yet.

Thank you.

Amanda said...

Lovely.

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