Having lived at friend's home for nearly 2 months after my landing in Montreal on November 9th, 2010, I finally moved into room 2 with an area of 3 and 1/2 in an  appartment located on 1795 Street Clifford. With monthly rent 620 dollars insisted on by my Italian landlord, which, by some friends, was believed a little high, I decided to settle down, because I was fascinated by the view through the window of the room.

Obviously, I live on the stretch of street extending to the east and the west as a working - class belt on the map of Montreal, however, a wide spread of grassland across Street Clifford greets me as what I can see first after getting up in the morning. The grassland is almost a square patch, two of whose corners, respectively, are a baseball court and a big area of sand on which there are some entertaining facilities ready for kids in the shade of trees. It seems that, right on the grassland, the residents on the street can't find another period better than what lasts from 1 pm to 4 pm particularly for families' joy, teenagers' naughtiness and lovers' romance. All of what is as far as I can put down here about the grassland registers how local people enjoy their life generation by generation.

It is also a good access to appreciate such a view to observe weather. In the very beginning of my arrival in Montreal, I always complained about the weahter for being as unpredictable as a spoiled kid, but having been told by a friend of mine majoring in forestry that this simply is an environmentally friendly area bears, I felt a little embarrassed with proudness for ignorance. Just from then on, uninvited alternation between adorable sunshine and heavy shower began to suggest me a new perspective to feel the glamor of what often happens in the world outside the window. I believe that if you can do what is more than standing on the side of the window to inspect the world on the other side - stretching limbs on the back on the grassland or something, it can be perceived that drizzle, shower, gales, sunshine and etc interpret how charming where I live is more efficiently, because there are no sand storm, dirty air and polluted raindrops making you feel down. And what are only left after the weahter condition "as unpredictable as a spoiled kid" finishes his play are dewy grass, sparkling grass, strong grass, fragrant grass...

My writing is my drawing, because when I am writing about the view in my window, I couldn't help reminding myself that the view is so beautiful as to be a unforgetable picture.