Me promenant dans Côte-des-Neiges j’ai vu un homme au piano.
Waiting for the bus, I noticed as I sat in the bus shelter that I could see the reflection of the fence and leaves behind it. It made an interestingly textured image on the blue polka dotted shirt the woman standing outside the shelter was wearing.
For a moment, this felt like an under water scene, all because of two drops of water.
I saved the tomato by saving the branch it was still attached to. ^_^
When the description pops into your head and the only thing you have handy to write on is the back of a receipt.
La jungle dans ma cuisine vit sa dernière semaine de joie au soleil.