Today I enjoyed my very first forest bath in Montreal after feeling so sad and nature-deprived yesterday.
I'm not gonna lie, I cried as I rode my bike through the trail when I realized that for a few brief moments, the only thing I could hear were the birds singing in Parc Angrignon.
I thanked the trees for such a privilege and searched for a place just for me.
I haven't found it yet, but I've been settled in this spot for a few hours. On my next visit I'll dig deeper for a place that hides me from all the two-leggeds.
This park is large but not secluded, and the sounds of the city still persist as it envelopes the 20,000 trees here, but there aren't as many humans as I expected there to be (yippee!) and the first three I saw were sunbathing in random spots so I'll fit right in.
Parc Angringnon isn't very close to my home and I took two metros with my bike to get here so I could ride the trails, but it was worth it. I'll definitely bike here on occasion. Maybe a weekly visit.
It's strange not being able to go out my back door to sunbathe like I had for years, or to hop on my bike and take a 2 minute ride to the beach and forest, but I'll get over it eventually and I'll keep hunting for more slices of heaven throughout my new city.
I imagine the kind of silence I'm after won't be found in Montreal and will require a bit of a trek outside of the city, but this park feels closer to home than anything else so far.
I'll be exploring a few other parks this week. It's the combination of trees, silence and solitude that I'm after.
Just like in my forest back home.
With love, bronzed skin and a happy heart,
[Update: I found my soul's home in Parc Westmount a few days after this.]
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