Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Thursday, 15 December 2011
A sign of Doomsday
There is a sign of the upcoming Doomsday on my way to the train station: a cedar broken branch, just like a few months ago. it has been on the pavement all week, it is almost as if someone threw the old one there. Well, not really, as it is very green. It smells lovely too. I love cedar trees, we have them at home in Chicoutimi. So smelling this broken branch reminds me of home a bit. But it also reminds me that these days the wind is strong, the clouds heavy, the air cold and that since the weather channels have been broadcasting all Hell breaking loose, Doomsday might actually happen. Today on my way back the train was already late. If it is late on my way to work tomorrow I can read. Then I can have a nice sandwich at lunchtime. If I don't survive the day, at least I will die happy.