A dark season. I welcome the heavy rains to reflect what it feels like on the inside. It’s hard to keep it in, let the feelings flow past like fish in a stream they say. But I am drowning. Tired of treading. I hear about renters forced out of town, employers struggling to keep staff. What is to become of us. Long commutes are inefficient. I hear talk of how Montreal regulates rent fairly and wonder if such a thing could exist here.