I’m just publishing this now, but I wrote it a week ago this past Sunday. I delayed it because a day later tragedy struck Toronto; and at the time it just didn’t feel right to talk about trivialities 24 hours after 10 innocent people were killed and 14 others injured when a disturbed man, who allegedly was angry because he was spurned by women, purposely drove his rented van right into them.
The Sunday this was written I was sitting on a patio — at long last — at my local Starbucks, savouring both the beautiful weather and a tall Pike Place (medium roast coffee). This past Sunday — a mere week later — I awoke to snow. Yes, snow, at the end of April. You’ll be happy to know, today it’s expected to hit 23 celsius (78 degrees Fahrenheit), so all is right with the world again — at least in terms of the weather.
Writing a post celebrating being able to sit on a patio may not seem particularly “newsworthy” to you, but trust me, after the endless winter we’ve had, it is indeed a big deal. Especially when you consider that winter returned — albeit temporarily — just a few days later.
The euphoria that compelled me to write this post brings to mind the conversations I’ve had with every woman who’s ever had a child. I haven’t, but they all say that the minute you see your little bundle of joy you forget all the pain you’ve just gone through. That’s sort of how I felt the day I wrote this.
Recollections of the pretty much constant well-below-zero temperatures, high winds, snow storms, freezing rain and ice pellets we’ve endured for months and months and months and months and months disappeared in a flash, as I felt the warmth of the sun on my face. Finally.
In fact, the sun was so bright I actually had to shut down my computer and finish writing my blog post at home. Even with sunglasses the glare of the sun on my computer screen made it virtually impossible to see anything. Not that I’m complaining.
It was beautiful all weekend, although Sunday was warmer — temperatures went up to 14 celsius (60 degrees Fahrenheit).
People were everywhere. The sidewalks were so crowded it was sometimes hard to walk. Moms pushing strollers, the elderly pushing walkers, families, friends, kids licking ice cream cones, dogs chasing each other in parks, everyone out, enjoying the day. It was like all Toronto citizenry came out of hibernation at the exact same time. Smiles were in abundance and laughter was in the air. The mood was definitely light-hearted.
Tree branches are still bare, there are still no signs of tulips, daffodils or crocuses and the grass hasn’t yet turned green, but Mother Nature works quickly, so I’m sure it won’t be long before the physical signs of spring are apparent. Which, unfortunately, means my allergies should be kicking in any time now (sigh).
Oh well, nothing’s perfect. Itchy eyes, a scratchy throat and a runny nose are a relatively small price to pay for more daylight hours, going without socks and exchanging heavy winter coats for lightweight jackets or cardigans.
Which makes me think of a recent edition of Maria Shriver’s Sunday Paper. In it she talks about how we all need more joy in our lives — ergo “yippee moments.”
So now you know what I was celebrating. What about you? What’s bringing you joy today?