sleepless in montreal

as i write at the stillest of hours plagued by undetermined itches (well, some of them are determined by my wool leggings), i am reminded of the depth of my first horizontal sleep in 4 days. it was preceded by giggles and stories (and perhaps delirium) shared by two women reunited as girls at a slumber party.

the night was long, the dreams short and the next day shorter. but the longest moment the next day held was an exposure of happiness at the art exhibition put on by friends, talent, and love. i speak of ´the happiness project` a musical interpretation of spoken interviews on the subject collected and interpreted by Charles Spearin, founding member of Do Make Say Think and Broken Social Scene. this music inspired rooms full of art and artists alike brought together by the smell of cookies and the life of love, not to mention months of meticulous planning and hard work that i am thankful for. but most of all, i am thankful for the awareness of such an emotion for happiness, like it`s brother depression, is a condition -but it is not conditional.

it`s funny to think of how much some people have touched your life in such a small amount of time. already, i have partook in many reunions with friends i have known for but a month, week a year ago and feel as if i have reopened a chapter of my life. i`m sure that serendipity will write the rest...