The January thaw lasts for only a few days, but we are all richer for its visitation and rather foolish. We take photos with our cameras and cell phones, send messages (or texts) to friends, write seasonal haiku, gaze out the window and wax euphoric about the light, hang about with silly expressions.
Small tributaries in the eastern Ontario highlands run free for a brief interval, and they take on the color and texture of quicksilver. On sunny days, the briefly liberated waterways are filled, one and all, with buttery light and wispy clouds and breathtaking blue sky.
This week, one can almost hear springtime breathing softly around the bend. Alas, we (and she) have a long way to go. 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.
2 comments:
Breathtaking, serene photos... I can almost hear the water gently flowing... Indeed a short reprieve from the harshness of Winter...
Your words are flowing too, with a lightness unless the winter cold, with a hope yet to be confirmed, but in the sure knowledge that spring WILL come (eventually....). Such beauty!
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