The phantom of the flu

I have had this idea that I wanted to go climb up the Mont Royal during the night to get to enjoy the great view of Montreal covered in darkness and lit up by its own lights. Ever since I came to this spot during day, I wanted to discover it by night.

I however know that I'm living in a city with 2 million people, some normal, some crazy, some insane, some absolutely insane and others just pure dangerous. I realize that it is pretty dangerous for a woman to walk up alone. Better to get in safe company before heading on this nightly adventure. A tall handsome date, to sweep me up the mountain...

So this week when I got greeted by an unexpected guest…a shitty flu, the kind that hands you a dizzy fever and hugs your throat so hard you can barely breathe. After my boss hands me a bottle of Buckley's and

tells me, "It taste like shit but it really works".  I realize I'm in pretty wicked company. 

I start my late evening journey to my buddy the the bridge. I stand on Jacques Cartier, breathing in a fresh breeze, looking at the wonderful view and the cross up on Mont Royal.

 Tonight's the night.

I walk back home, get on my bike and bike away to Mont Royal. I climb up the ever so familiar path…up up up. I'm alone, even on the stairs that always are packed with humans, dogs and squirrels going up or down. Only me and my shitty flu.

I arrive up on my beloved spot. It's all I expected and more. A kick ass view of a kick ass city.

After enjoying the view and feeling a whole bunch of positive feelings, I make it back down, back to my bike and then safely back to bed. 

The next morning I wake up happy with great memories, great, great memories and still holding hands with my flu. Not the best company in the world but it did the job. It walked me up the mountain, down the mountain and then it safely danced me to sleep.

My phantom tends to dance more than he sings.