A Glasgow morning...

I am very aware of light and atmosphere - I get transported instantly to a moment when the light is shining the exact same way. So this morning I was transported to a Friday morning in Glasgow (see Post October 20, 2006), on our way to the Kelvingrove Museum - the sky, the sun this morning was exactly how it was that morning - dare I work it out... exactly 31 weeks ago. It hit me hard as I was approaching the bridge on Decarie, trying so hard not to cry... I was listening to Wolfstone's Balivanich - it was all perfect, the lighting, the music, the temperature... I opened my eyes and saw the dome of L'Oratoire St-Joseph... not so bad either.