The spring wind has a wintery after-taste
and I want to spit it out and gulp
fresh warm breezes,
let them linger on my tongue
and savour their sweetness.
I worked to the rush of wind today;
it was steady and unrelenting in ways
I was not.
Does the wind ever wish it could just
know the singularity of a particular
Or must it always be a wanderer on its
reminding us that change
is both unrelenting and inevitable,
That there is a way from west to east
from here to there,
from this to that,
from now to then.
Fall has arrived all golden and cold.
On this particular day leaden skies and the bluster and bite of a north wind precipitated dressing double-double and foraging for gloves and a toque before heading out for my evening exercise routine.
I was almost home again, head down into the wind, when I encountered a boy out walking his dog. The dog eyed me with curiosity from across the street, and so did the boy. He was wearing a light-weight hoodie, hood-up mode, and held the dog’s leash in bare hands.
The boy seemed to say something to me, but I couldn’t quite make it out (probably because my ears were fully swaddled). He repeated it, a little louder.
“It sure is nice and hot today!”
Oh really? Well, sure, why not?
“Why yes. Yes indeed. It sure is!” I played along.
“Just look at the beautiful sunny sky!” he continued, gesturing towards the mass of grey hovering above us.
“Isn’t it lovely? I hope you remembered sunscreen.”
“Sunscreen?” He chuckled. “Why yes. Yes indeed. I put lots on!”
And so we continued in opposite directions, both of us resisting the newness of cold in our own way.
Both of us with hearts warmed by a playful, imaginative interaction.
Let’s do more of this, world.