As I take a peek outside my home office window, there’s currently no snow in Montréal, but those of us who live in this part of the world know this will likely not be the case for much longer. It’s been a relatively mild autumn so far, but with winter on the horizon, I’m having a hard time figuring out how warmly to dress. It’s not quite fall anymore, but it’s also not yet officially winter. We’re existing in a strange in-between zone.
By Zoe Lubetkin
Early, before the gas station gets its noon delivery of sugar slush flavoring and the liquor store manager changes shifts with the guy who doesn’t card, Ella and I park in the lot. We sit in her brother’s car before the bright metal gets too hot and eat cherries for breakfast.
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