7 Aug 2013
King Winter appears to have abandoned his post. As my boots walk the cracked path near our house the fine wool draped about my throat seems all at once itchy and constricting. I feel my cheeks flush and the I observe the sky's blue leaning more towards a Springtime hue. I will walk this path many times with my baby girl's hand in mine. It is the path to her "big school" and today I will enrol her. A lovingly tended rose in a neighbouring yard gives me clarity and hope; on this new adventure I know she will blossom. Wisps of nature are plucked in remembrance of the first etchings of this new chapter. Tears are shed for all that was and all that is to come. There is the scent of sweet change in the air and I breathe in the moment.