words are transient but meanings are eternal
yesterday, the snow finally stopped and the sun shone bright. it must've almost broke zero for the first time since fall. it was so beautiful that nathan and i propped open the door to the record shop with milk crates, just to let in the fresh air. i went to the chip-truck around the corner and saw the boy at the bus stop, all sunglasses and shaggy blond hair, arms full of art supplies. he shot me an i've-seen-you-around look: "hey, is your name emily?" "um, no. but, see, i think i've sold you records before..." and it's exchanges with strangers like this that never fail to make me smile, people who are friendly just because. back at the shop, i sit on the windowsill, back pressed against the glass to soak in the heat and light, savouring poutine, and nathan and i are silent because nico's chelsea girl is playing on vinyl and it is too lovely to interrupt with words.