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Out, damned spot. Out.

snow angel

The sun was shining, the polar ice caps that had formed along every curb were melting and I could have sworn I heard a bird chirping. I felt the sun’s warm rays dissolve the hardened crust of stress and anxiety I’d been carrying on my shoulders for weeks. We dashed off down the lane, the two big kids and I, across the busy street, under the tracks, along a side street, through another laneway shortcut and scaled a mountain of snow and ice in an empty lot on the way to pick up Mary from nursery school.

Blinking in the bright noon light, I said,”I guess it’s time for lunch.”

“Where should we go?” asked Colum.

As if. Such spoiled kids. I’d meant we should go home and slap together some sandwiches.

“You guys feel like sushi?” What can I say? Nice weather turns me into a sucker.

We gobbled up a couple orders of maki and started to make our way back home along the main street. We took our time, admiring store front displays and greeting friends and neighbours along the way. I even let Irene push Mary in the stroller for a little bit, waiting patiently as she plowed the stroller into snow banks and nearly ran passersby off the sidewalk.

Spring was in the air and nothing could dampen my spirit.