Rebirth

I strolled up Yonge street today in my 'hood. It's a beautiful 16 C with clear skies and a brilliant sun. Everyone's out and about. Rob was strolling outside with his girlfriend, I was walking arm-in-arm with mine. The area's got enough of a community feel that we ran into a few people we knew but it's large enough that when we saw Rob and his girlfriend in the Starbucks we were about to enter, we both ran out giggling and went over to another Starbucks.

I love this time of the year. I've heard a lot of people complain about it because they find the weather is unpredictable. It's like showing them the good stuff and immediately taking it away. But I look at it as little bursts of hope. It's like little reminders that summer's on the way... a new beginning, lush grass and blossoming flowers. I love to see nature's rebirth unfold. And I walk, hand in hand with my inspiration, looking fondly at the sunglass-clad middle-aged ladies going about their business, young couples in love and the single folk with a glimmer of hope in their eyes.