Porridge in the Morning, Subterranean at Night

Downtown early Sunday morning, at 8:30 am with the fresh falling snow and a wicked cold chill, Calgary looked so alone and abandoned. Like in the movies. The buildings were ominously tall and frosted, billowing smoke into the grey sky. The streets were empty, the snow barely cleared so we left tracks as we drove. Everything was closed. Everything was grey.

Except my dear sister's karate lesson in the dark of Chinatown. Since nothing was open, in a sleepy haze recovering from the cold, i watched the class of dress whites moving in unison, grunting "ooo-sh" as they released stances and kicks, while listening to the Stars over my large headphones. This was a surreal experience. Especially as i fell in and out of consciousness.