Montreal, Quebec
Transit
to the East
I had booked a train because experience
tells that in the days of extreme winter weather, a train has no delays. The ‘iron horse’ (the train) plows through it
all. However, my trip to Montreal saw
something different. There were delays. https://instagram.com/p/Bd9-0O7FEtG/
During those delays, and otherwise, I
peered out the window from seat 15A, Car 6 of Via Rail, quite often. For anyone who knows this route, you get some
pretty good views of massive Lake Ontario.
There’s abundant trees and fields, and I could see cleared walking
trails alongside bush and creek areas.
It was enticing. The sun shone
and all of nature looked clean. I even
viewed young boys on a natural ice rink where they were skating and carrying
hockey sticks. How endearing! How Canadian!
I saw, through my window frames of peace, 19th
century buildings—at least the backs of them—and to a past with the vision of
towns of long before. Very Victorian! I appreciated the train stations themselves.
Before the automobile, they meant everything to people. It was nostalgic to see
it all. A former life—or lives, and there
perhaps—made me fall in love with those former hubs of activity.
I arrived in Montreal to be greeted by
Dhruva. I took a shower, ate some wraps
and was rushed to the main temple hall at Pie IX Blvd., a snow-occupied
world. By morning, the snow will be
removed for ample parking. Each and
every one of us are required to remove the snow from our hearts, as well as the
street.
May the Source be with you!
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