[1] a new start
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.
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.
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I got my first of two Pfizer vaccinations the other day and I'm beginning to feel hopeful again too. It's nice that the feeling coincides with daffodils and some sunshine.
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(Glad to see you here on DW!)
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Every year I miss how much earlier spring starts to feel real in Toronto than it does here. Nova Scotia is better at autumn, I think, but some years it has barely any idea what this "spring" thing might be.
It felt like hope.
*^^* This is so good to hear.
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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.
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