Two Blizzards

Dunbar Street, Vancouver.  5:50 PM.

I am riding the No. 25.  Bose headphones on, iPod in my pant pocket.  8 GB of music to entertain me for hours if needed.  I am having a hard time keeping my head straight as my brain's messages to my neck muscles start lapsing.  My eyelids are also losing their communication with Brain and are no longer staying open for long periods.  Long enough to notice a cloud of pink outside.  The sky is dark, the wind has picked up.  Humid.  The pink flakes are accumulating on the road's edge, near the curb and sidewalks.  Flakes speed in the wake of cars whizzing by and become airborne.  A cloud of pink in the windshields of the following vehicles.

It reminds me of another bus ride.

Sherbrooke Street, Montreal.  3:50 PM.

I am riding the No. 24.  Sony F1 Walkman clipped on my belt.  Foam, over the ears headphones on.  Real to Real Cacophony cassette playing.  Wide awake and looking outside.  It is cold and dry.  A fine snow is falling - chalk dust.  It is accumulating on the road's edge, near the curb and sidewalks.  Flakes speed in the wake of cars whizzing by - becoming airborne.  A cloud of white in the windshields of the following vehicles.

Two rides separated by a quarter century.

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