A latte the size of my head (okay, not really, but it comes in a bowl, which I can't help but admire):
Windows filled with fascinating treasure:
An old car with beautiful wheels (look at the wooden spokes!)
An impromptu picnic in the park with dear friends:
I'm grateful to have had the chance to spend a couple of days in this city -- and to share poems from Waiting to Unfold alongside stories of parenthood and spirituality, poems from 70 faces alongside a sermon.
(I'm home now. Thanks, Montreal, for a lovely time!)