the keys to the unseen

montreal in my mind is yellow, green and transparent

lazy cat and sleepy dog sitting at a roadside cafe
beer in the afternoon
picnic in the park
and long stroll in the evening

and it was in the spring of 1999 in montreal
that i bought the book by salman rushidie

this morning i start re-reading it and i read...

....five mysteries hold the keys to the unseen:
the act of love, and the birth of a baby, and the contemplation of great art, and hearing the human voice lifted in song...