[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

[umadoshi]

I find that a damp cold feels worse than a dry cold insofar as it penetrates to your bones and just lingers.

I'm fairly used to it (for values of "used to" that mean I avoid going outside as much as possible and complain about being cold when I can't avoid it), but yeah. >.< Ginny used to visit over Christmas holidays, and when then she moved here I think it took her a couple of winters to adjust and not just feel frozen all the time.

Someday when these Unprecedented Times are over, I'll host a Toronto Foodtour if you'll do the same for Halifax! ;)

That sounds WONDERFUL. *^^*