The Essence Of Spring Nights

Me in a toque

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.

4 comments

  1. 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?

  2. 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”.

  3. It was a beau­ti­ful night. I went for a walk myself, and anoth­er today. It seems we aren’t doomed to win­ter for­ev­er, again.

  4. @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.

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