Tuesday, February 05, 2019

A Small and Perfect Flowing

The late winter thaw lasts for only a few days in eastern Ontario, and we are all richer for its visitation.  Winters are long this far north though, and some of us are inclined to behave foolishly.  Just about the time we realize how silly we are, the thaw ends, and our world freezes up again.

We take photos with cameras and cell phones, send texts to friends, write seasonal haiku and gaze out the window for hours on end, wax euphoric about the light and lurch about with dazed expressions. We think about things like snowdrops and crocuses, dream about confetti-colored rain boots, slickers and umbrellas, picture ourselves planting gardens.

Small tributaries in the highlands run free for a  brief interval, and they take on the color and texture of quicksilver.  On sunny days, the liberated streams sing like birds, and they are filled, one and all, with buttery light, wispy clouds and breathtaking blue sky.

This week, we can almost hear springtime breathing softly around the bend, but it is wishful thinking on our part. Alas, we (and Lady Spring) still have a long way to go. Snow storms and deep cold are already on their way, and they will be here in a day or two. If only we could keep this glorious light for a little longer...


Tabor said...

Whispers of light are enough to get you through the days ahead. That winter sunshine is twice as bright as summer sunshine.

Barbara Rogers said...

I have been blessed here with a week of really warm weather. I also know we can have snow in the next 2 months easily. Your photos are so beautifully balanced, curves going this way and that way. I just remember we've passed the point half way between Solstice and Equinox. Sliding downhill, though it often doesn't feel like it.