Such a contrast. As many shades of grey as words for snow. Blurry edges. Wet air, good on skin. Cool room, great for sleeping. Mold inside car. Quiet, quiet. Tires roll through scallops of rain, splashing down the hill. A brooding tranquility. Dripping conifers. Muted palette. In the drug store, on seniors day, people are chatty. All English. Québec me manque. La lumière en particulier.
