Monthly Archives: November 2008

God’s Middle Finger

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St. Georges, av. de la Californie, Cannes
St. Georges
av. de la Californie
Cannes

The morning was cold. Hands chilled as I held Baka’s lead. The ground damp from the previous day’s rain. I still wanted more. And I my wish was granted so conveniently after a brief light 6 Km run. On the return leg I passed by St. George’s church, a quaint little church that appears seldom used these days, and my eye caught the sight of how the the steeple stuck out against Boreas’ approach. Greeks 1, God nil.

av. du Grand Pré, Cannes
av. du Grand Pré
Cannes

Further along and closer to home, I started my final descent. The beat of the drums in my ear could have been mistaken for the announcement of Boreas’ coming, instead of some techno beat providing the cadence for my foot falls. The final kilometre home was no sprint, but the sky was still saying that I had better not linger, as it had other plans in mind. Cool.

Coming of shadows…

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View north above Monaco

View north above Monaco
View north-east over Monaco

View north-east over Monaco
View east over Monaco.

View east over Monaco.

Standing on the Quai Antoine 1er just in front of Stars’N’Bars in Monaco, the sun was starting it descent casting the last of it brightness on the face of mountains surrounding the principality. I’ve always enjoyed the views of dusk year round from here; the feeling if being held in the bosom of the Alpes as they gaze out to sea.

Autumn Dusk

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photo by @unclr
photo by @unclr and used under the terms of the Creative Commons

Returning from grocery shopping the darkness was almost complete with a blustery cool wind blowing though my hair and carrying the scents of hearth and home. Memories of autumn in Canada. Despite the brisk weather, I was content and calm, even cheered by the autumn ambience. Once again one of @unclr photos helps me share that feeling.

Following supper, the wind picked up in strength, pressing at every window and door. Searching like a thief for a means of entry, while howling in frustration.