snowflakes on my tongue
I remember younger years
in every backyard
snow in the city—
except for the chickadee
the air is quiet
backstage
The Vieux Quebec section of Quebec City is wonderful to wander—carefully picturesque, as if the old girl is aging gracefully but is still sure to put on her make-up in the morning. However, this street leading off a small courtyard in front of one of the museums struck me as what the old city should really look like. A peak backstage, if you will.