Postcard from Montreal

Alice:

At Mont Royal Park, a beautiful woman was dancing just as beautifully as possible.

A man stepped up, a bald man, and began to dance with her. They found their pace very quickly, and as they danced, space was generated around them. People began to step back, the musicians began to play only for those two, who were beautiful flames, and in spite of the music everything seemed to have gotten quiet. What makes this singular is that another woman decided to join them in dancing. She was a friend of the beautiful woman, I think, and when she stepped up and started dancing she was out of synch and awkward– and now, what had been a sublime transcendent moment had suddenly been sullied by the ordinary, uncoordinated movement of an average person. The man became a little bit demoralized- you could see that in his face and the tremor of disappointment in his body. He moved back a little, receding into the crowd. The beautiful woman, however, continued dancing, encouraging her friend and welcoming her into the dance, and that was one of the most beautiful and touching things that I had seen, that generosity and kindness, both of them smiling under the sun.

Love,

Callum