In Ottawa this morning after dreams of splendor and surreal delight I sit, sipping tea and writing postcards.
Tonight we take to the stage in Montreal. I’ll put my hopeful melancholy under the lights at Grumpy’s. All love and la la in the belle province!
But by slumber the world was aglow. The colours warm with the tint of sepia or gold and I was far from the urban places of my waking life.
In dreams I ran the wilds of the Canadian shield with the pets of our many hosts. Luta, Hyser, Butler, and the mysterious white lab I met at the first nations gallery along the highway.
We ran in tall grasses at sunrise.
Domestic wolves howling to the sun as it lifts it light to cast a shadow on the land.
xo
Jess
Jess Hill 