Life is double sided.

Intense.

When the first snow is down to the ground, she knows it would be much of an intense winter.

She looks at her apartment; it’s already the third month without paying the rent. The owner of the apartment put a gigantic red notice to remind, or more accurately, compel her to pay the rent. She still remembers last week, the owner went to her apartment during dinner time and threatened her. If she doesn't pay the rent in two weeks, the man said, he will cut off the heating of the place.

The winter in Montreal is not a gentle place. The violinist knows it’s a life or death matter. She doesn't think her broken apartment window can hold the winter for any more second.

She doesn't know if her career can really help her life anymore. She guesses that when the economy is bad and everyone is struggling, no one really cares about a random violinist.

Put down her newest score, she decides to take a nap. Well, she sighs, no worries cannot be solved by taking a nap.

When people wake up, everything will be solved.

I knock on her door. I hear a minute sound of clothes rubbing together and a short, deep sign. I wait for a couple seconds, she finally opens up her door. For some reason, at that split second, I completely forget what the speech draft I spend hours to create. Helplessly, I stare at her.