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Silly seagull

Posted on by palebluefragment

I was standing by the bus stop eating from a bag of chips. Some seagulls started floating over me and I almost freaked out so I put the bag of chips in my backpack. Most of them flew away but there was this one seagull who stood few inches away from me and was making direct eye contact. I looked away but it persisted. I felt fascinated by its looks but also kinda intimidated. So I took a piece of chips from the bag and I put it on the ground. Seagull was shy at first but I wanted to make them feel at ease so I smiled and said “go ahead buddy, it’s all yours”. They approached, grabbed it by their peak and squawked (I believe it means thank you in seagull language). I nodded “my pleasure”. The piece was too big so seagull walked away and started shouting so loudly I covered my ears with both hands (I believe it was calling its seagull pals for help). Apparently seagull has some good pals cause they responded very quickly and looked excited and happy for their seagull pal! They even did some quirky moves (I believe it translates to a dance in seagull culture) Then they all flew away and seagull waved at me from above “bye good human, thanks for the treat” “bye seagull, have a nice journey” then we parted ways.

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City of Belonging

Posted on by palebluefragment

I was walking aimlessly in Montreal when I saw a narrow pathway with old houses and dusty pavement. I felt curious that I had to cross. I looked to my right and there was a bridge. A pedestrian bridge in the middle of the space. It was spring. Everything was green. The sun was dimming and the temperature was exactly how I loved to feel. Warm with soft air breeze. It gave me chills. I started walking down the bridge and my heart was beating. I heard music playing so I kept walking. I saw this rooftop next to the bridge. There was a band playing on the violin and the music felt breathtaking. It moved me like nothing before in my life. I kept walking till the end of the floating bridge. My final way out was station Côte Sainte Catherine. In my dream, I was baffled as I didn’t know this station existed and at first I didn’t know where I was but I was feeling ecstatic that I had found this discrete space. I had to come back there. I told someone about this outlet and we met there but this time it was in the freezing winter weather. I took his hand and we went through that narrow alley with old astonishing houses and snowy pavement. This time I was paying more attention to the carvings on the doors and decorative doorknobs. I felt shivers down my spine. I looked to my side again and there was the floating bridge. It was foggy we could hardly see in front of us. It was incredibly calm. I was searching for the rooftop and when I got there, there was no band playing. There were no people at all, so I leaped over and helped him leap to the top as well. I walked till the very end, looking at the foggy space around me. It appeared to be late at night. I heard music and it was beautiful. When I looked around there wasn’t anyone, no instruments, nothing. My heartbeats were racing. I took a deep breath and told him that my soul had finally found a place to belong.