It’s over. Our thoughts are already floating across the Atlantic’s vast expanse, floating back to our kids and to our lives. Home. Today we breathe in the light and colours one last time. I find myself missing all this brightness already, even as we hunt for a spot of shade. I miss the blues and reds bleeding over everything. I miss the fire and the sea.
Tomorrow it all changes. We’ve asked for a 3:00 AM wake up call.
And they’re calling for rain in Montreal.