At this moment, I want to be in Montreal, in Mile End or Plateau, having a sesame bagel and a coffee, outside, on one of those first tentatively warm spring saturdays when the snow hasn’t quite melted yet in Lafontaine Park, but the old men are already playing pétanque in the corner, and everyone, everyone is out with their friends and small children, I don’t know a soul as usual, but I don’t have to – it’s not my city – I watch and pretend what it would be like to know everybody, and I have my bike and possibilities are endless, and the day will never end.