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| snow up to the door |
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| looks like a coffin |
More snow came down on Montreal, although not nearly so much as Sunday. Snow covered streets, Lohbado decided to wait another day before going for a bike ride. Once the plough passes, bike riding is not so sloppy and slippery. The trick is to keep the feet warm and not fall asleep.
Eventually this too will be forgotten. Before you know it, we'll be in a summer heat wave, then back to winter again. A life time could pass in the blink of an eye. Lohbado remembered looking in the mirror at his face as a boy. His skin was silky smooth. Now it's raspy and crinkled like a crumpled paper bag. Lohbado wondered if he would be any wiser when the moment of death arrived. What exactly does it mean to become wise? Does the mind suddenly relax? Does the hypnotic spell of self-centred opinions and beliefs dissolve, allowing one a glimpse of vast, infinite nature before one's body becomes a corpse? What do you mean by infinite nature? Lohbado stood by the door and gazed at the contrast of black coffee and white snow.
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