Reflections

I live in the area of Vieux Saint-Laurent. About 15 years ago, the city began to build houses and condominiums between Henri-Bourassa and Marcel-Laurin, an area called Bois-Franc. This new development is about a 15-minute walk from my house. Awhile ago, I went for a walk through this new district and discovered a man-made pond in Parc Bois-Franc. Since then, every summer and fall, I take a walk to this pond and sit by the rocks to gaze at the water. In the summer I smell the freshly cut grass and I hear ducks quacking and birds chirping. During autumn, red leaves float on the water and…