[1] a new start

[kilerkki]

It's not yet spring, but for a brief moment this afternoon it felt like it. Sunshine, 15 degrees C, tiny buds at the tip of every twig. For the first time in 8 months or so, I walked down to the library to pick up a couple of holds (Patricia Buckley Ebrey's The Inner Quarters: Marriage and the Lives of Chinese Women in the Sung Period and Jade Mirror: Women Poets of China, edited by Michael Farman).

The pandemic isn't over, not by a long shot. But strict lockdown is lifted here in Toronto; people were out on the streets, masked and wearing only light jackets instead of long puffer coats; and on the walk back I grew so warm that I took off my jacket and walked in shirtsleeves. It felt like hope.

Comments

[stultiloquentia]

Ooh, I'd love to know what you think of the Ebrey, when you're done with it.

I love these days of maybe-possibly-thinking-about-spring, when the sun feels kindly, if not warm, and the daffodils are warily poking their noses out, and I'm halfway down the block before realizing my subway pass is in my other coat.

[kilerkki]

That is such a lovely description of an early spring day, up to and including forgetting the subway pass.

I'm really enjoying the Ebrey so far -- stayed up to 11 pm reading it the other night, which is quite late for me. I'll try to post some assembled thoughts when I finish.