With my new job this year comes a big blessing: I can walk to school. After being in a building all day, it is a luxury and a pleasure to get be under the sky, to hear the crunch of of my feet on the sidewalk and to watch the neighborhood nature, as scraggy and neglected as it is, go through the miraculous cycle of the seasons. Today, my morning walk was a study in contrasts. The air was so cold it was a presence. It was heavy to walk through and shocking on this March day. Isn't March supposed to be Spring? But, I wasn't walking in total darkness, like I have been for so many months. I got to see even the meager, wintery sunlight paint the sky. Walking in light to school is a kind of hope. No matter how much this moment feels like deep winter. No matter that my ears ring with cold and my legs are numb, Spring is coming. That is enough to keep me going through at least a few more bitter mornings.
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3/6/2019 06:13:12 pm
You have a gift of words. Make sure to share more of your writings.
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