mental rain

It's snowing outside. It's the 8th of April and it's snowing outside. I have so many feelings about this, I don't know where to put them all. Nor do I know how to handle these little bundles of something other than joy. It's snowing outside, it's snowing outside. If this continues there's a risk that I just simply go mental and keep on repeating this fraise to my bitter end.

I received an email a bit more than a month ago, more exactly an advertisement telling me to say "I do" to a place I love. So, I did. I knew at that very moment what place I wanted to say "I do" to and whom I wanted in front of me when I did. My feelings were mutual.

So there we stood, me and my best friend, looking up at the ceiling of Galeries Lafayette in downtown Paris last weekend. Yes we did. 

We stood there at the metro stop admiring the surroundings.

We sat at cafés and restaurants having a glass or two.

 We were walking and walking, until our feet told us to stop.

 We had an amazing time in a rainy Paris. The sun came out on the morning we left.
I'm sure it's been warm and sunny ever since. I don't care. We are no longer there. She is back in her corner of the world and I'm here in Montreal. We are both enjoying the memory of a perfect Easter weekend in Paris. There is very few things in life that meets up to the greatness of true friendship. Very few things feels as good as meeting your best friend after what you thought was one year of separation. Truth is as she kindly informed me that there had actually passed by not one but two years since the last time we met. 
It might be snowing outside, it might be the 8th of April, I will not let it affect me or make me go mental, there are greater things in life to focus on.