What a strange sensation. It’s a bit before ten in the evening and I’m taking our dog out for a walk around the block. It’s March 20, the first day of spring and there’s about an inch of new snow on the ground. Street lights, a degree or two above freezing, the night is quiet.
Suddenly, I’m struck that it feels like I think it felt when I was a kid growing up in the Fraser Valley when it would snow a few days before Christmas and I’d wonder whether this little bit of fluff could hang on until the twenty-fifth – or would we have yet another green Christmas?
But I don’t want the snow to stay. I’m eager for spring. The feeling was the same tonight as it was then, though. [shrug] The night, the light, and the weather interact with our memories in funny ways, sometimes.
For a minute, I was a kid in Chilliwack again but I’m back now. I’ll remember how that felt but I’m back. Bring on the Hazelton spring. I’m ready.