random quebecois

ponderings on a culture....
the longer i stay, the more familiar the "couche-tard" becomes
the less confronting the french language...
the forest seems to reveal more secrets
and the trees whisper deeper songs....

Quebec, is a fascinating world....defined by its history, proud in its heritage....
poised between the anglo/francophone...
yet  belonging to neither.....
it weaves its mystery into me....
like the still lakes abundant across the plains,
what depths lie here, one cannot fathom,
yet the light....
shimmering like a million stars on the water
will never leave my heart