Go outside. Right now.
It’s dark. It’s cool. It’s breezy. Grass has replaced the snow. Walking downtown, the smell of shawarma from every Lebanese restaurant, the people shedding their coats, the surfacing skin, it’s as if the world is blooming while the sun has set.
All I want is for you to be here with me. To share this moment with you.
It’s a pity to be alone on nights like this.
It’s lovely. This morning, I could go outside without having to wear a heavy jacket and touque. Dew rested on the blades of grass, and sunlight glinted off it; the grass sparkled like scattered diamonds. Skies are clear, without oppressive humidity.
Spring is here. No, summer. We don’t have Spring in Michigan. What is the spring like in Ottowa?
Jeff — IRTYC (in response to your comment on maeko.org) — That photo was taken (self photo) in N and my living room. We’re particularly fond of our “wall of books”.
It was a beautiful night. I went for a walk myself, and another today. It seems we aren’t doomed to winter forever, again.
@Maeko — I think it’s the dew that makes it special. Spring is pretty short here too. The joke is that Canada only has two seasons: summer and winter.
@Pearl — It’s days like this that make one forget the 450+ centimetres of snow we had. I have a Lebanese friend swears she’s going to move back home every winter, but decides to stay when every spring arrives.