I was walking on Spencer Creek Trail which extended from Hamilton to Dundas in Ontario this morning. The air was still cold. The sun had risen, but it was struggling to creep through the clouds. The weather forecast predicted only a high of 3 degrees Celsius later in the day. This time last year, we were enjoying a balmy 26 degrees. This is already March 23, two days after the Spring Equinox, and yet Spring to us here in southern Ontario is still in the future tense. I have a sudden impulse to break out of the cold and launch into the future.
The ice and snow are refusing to go away. Nature is playing a game with us. The melting and re-freezing is a continuous tug-of-war in our outdoor world.
When shall we see the colours of the flowers and the leaves and the green grass that we are craving for? I am tired of looking at only white and brown around me. Then, isn’t everything in life relative? And so is Time. When we stepped out of the trail, we walked up the hill to Grove Cemetery, where the graves reminded me of my future although they were also the symbols of some people’s past.
We need patience waiting to see what will transpire in the future. Future to me also means Hope. There are finally signs of hope about the Spring yet to come. Turning into a residential street in Dundas, I suddenly spotted the first buds on the south-facing yards. My heart leapt with joy: the crocuses, the snow drops and the tulips had burst through the ground.
On the opposite side of the road, however, the snow relentlessly hung on.
I am hopeful. Spring will come; it will come soon!