Summertime - Not Exactly Gershwin Style

I am sitting at the cross-section of my two powerful fans and Pinguino AC. The heat is more bearable today. I started waiting for my brother's arrival. Seems like I am always waiting for him. To be born, to show up, to get it going...Five more days and he'll be in the States. He'll plant himself in the middle of my apartment, cook his favorite fish dishes while I am at work and air out the place in mild panic so I do not complain.

Then he'll move onto a new country he has never been before. Mainly following his head and the family's advice. Not sure if his heart is fully in it. But he'll make Montreal his own, until he finds his next home.