The route that goes down our street goes pass the big bus terminal then leads a good cpl miles all along the river to home.
I so often picked Cleo up from there to bring her home when she had a break from school in Montreal. She would jump in the car and just start to rattle off all the things she had to tell me about.
This professor or that project...Who she had met lately and what was new .... OR.... We would Crank up the Heavy Metal and enjoy the ride till we got home LOL...
Those were really the only times I was driving while someone else was actually in the car with me....On that route home from the bus...it was always with Cleo...
As I was coming home from my work meeting today, going down that route realizing it had been a long time since I had............It hit me that she was missing beside me , rattling on like she should be...It was so hard.. and harder still knowing it will never happen again...that ride home with Cleo from the bus terminal...
As tears streamed down my face, I cranked up DISTURBED and looked at the river. Then noticed it had this weird fog or mist floating around it...It was almost 5pm....An odd time for a fog or mist...So I turned down a side road to an empty park flanking the river.
Although I didn't have my Canon I still wanted to try and get a few photos of the cool mist in the air with the iPhone.
Clearing my head surrounded by some nature seemed like a really good idea at the time as well.
These photos certainly don't do justice to my surrounding but being there to take them , along with some deep breaths helped me today. Click photos to view larger .
There's such beauty, even during the grey days and dark moments.....
