Frank Remus

A grey overcast covered the sky. It was like a dome. Creases in cloud held pale blue. 13 pigeons flew together, followed by 3 that changed their mind and stayed behind. It was damp and cold. A crow dangled through the air like a spider. Trees were silent and still among non-existent shadows. 2 crows flapped high above. There was no more sun. Only the vaguest of glow behind flat foggy cloud. Light snowflakes were falling. Lake of ice seemed like a marsh. Grey ice was laced with white clefts. Black tar was further down. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Details of snow on the ground was at by without sunlight shining on it. There were no glinting crystals, like stars. Only white softness like felt. Snowflakes falling were small. Greyness was all in the air. There was scant depth of field. There were no sounds from the birds until a car honked -then a lovebird sang. But then, all was silent. Except for the roar of the traffic and the crackling of snow on my hood. A dog barked, but only once. My love diary page flapped with the light wind, as 4 pigeons advanced to the west. Snow fell faster now. My fingertips were freezing. I was looking forward to seeing my son, Tristan. It was too cold for the ink in my pen. I’m so much in love with Anna in this.

Children were wild today. They ran and screamed hysterically, with happy faces. A squirrel was caught in the trash can under the lid. She was buried under the candy wrappers and juice boxes. I opened the top for her to jump out, and she certainly did. She lept high in the air and scrambled over the fence, making her way along the wire. Children nearby squealed with delight. There were no major snow constructions. Most of the kids were free-roaming, played tag. One boy blared at me like a horn because he was a train engine. He was always right behind me. I was always on his tracks. 2 girls walking arm-in-arm followed me around the schoolyard. They pretended they were both blind, giggling and bumping into me, so I ran. Tristan came over later on. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My kissing loves her adoration. My sunrise loves her newborn. My bouquet loves her flower. My lovemaking loves her caressing. My celebrating loves her baby. My youth loves her children. My happiness loves her classical music. My saint loves her costuming. My sexual climax loves her hug. My heaven loves her ethics. My toast loves her gathering. My gift loves her white clothes. My gold loves her heath. My gourmet food loves her morning. My lovers love her museums. My money loves her painter. My roses love her persona. My shaking hands love her touch. My temples love her song. My wagging tail loves her reward. My silver loves her clothes. My sun loves her white. My willingness loves her agreed. My guarantee loves her unquesionable. My honesty loves her unequivocal.

My trustworthy loves her ethical. My love loves her true. My testifying loves her avowing. My genuine loves her real. My constructive loves her productive. My possibility loves her miracles. My positive loves her optimistic. My healing loves her new. My morality loves her good. My handsomeness loves her beauty. My established loves her destiny. My affirming loves her goal. My cheerful loves her feeling. My clear loves her certain. I love her black lunar bible verse from my Egyptian box “When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned.” Isaiah 43:2. I love Anna Dirksen.

Meanwhile, Frasier eats at a restaurant alone where a couple proposes marriage and a couple announces they’re pregant with twins. Frasier meets Laura at the airport on Flight 11 at 10::30 but he learns that she’s already married and that Marge is Bart’s substitute teacher because of the teacher’s strike. Gob thinks he’s a failure because he can’t fake a stripper’s death for his father. On CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a black jacket with a white shirt and a blue grey tie. Former Cop Sentenced, SPCA: Too Many Killings, Transit Talks On, The Next Maria Von Trapp? Sunny Skies Ahead with tonight’s low of -7 that feels like -14. Michel signed off for the evening.

I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of acceptable, agreed, attractiveness, authentic, avowing, awe, caring, certain, cheerful, clear, climax, completion, construction, destiny, established, ethical, exaggeration, feeling, genuine, glory, goal, guaranteed, handsomeness, healing, honest, joy, love, miracles, morality, new, optimistic, positive, possibility, productive, real, testifying, true, trustworthy, unequivocal, unquestionable and willingness.