Theere are some moments that are so strange to me. It's the combination of events that lead up to a moment, so for just a few seconds everything appears to be so absurd, weird enough for me to take notice and appreciate it. I have an example to share, a situation to to tell. It won't be delivered the way I would like it to because, really, you had to be there to understand and you would have had to been me.

This is it.

I am walking down Parc Avenue. The mountain is to the right of me. There are a whole bunch of characters on it. It's Sunday, it makes sense. So I'm walking down this street with a friend, and she's talking and I'm looking past her head to the crowded mountain, at the big and small groups dispersed all over it. And suddenly I notice how short she is. This is an actual thought that goes through my head. This thought is formed just for the sake of obsersation. If the visula was translated into words it would look like this: NOTICE: SHORT GIRL