In watching the transition from winter to spring, I’ve been taking turns enjoying it and negotiating with it to happen faster.
(So far, I don’t seem to be calling the shots.)
Along the way, I’ve gotten to see fire and ice and whimsy…
What these images don’t quite capture was the adventure my afternoon companion and I enjoyed today in “progressing” along the ice in High Park. But Paul Simon’s “Slip Sliding Away” does. Plus it has this beautiful and heartbreaking verse:
And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he’d done
He came a long way just to explain
He kissed his boy while he lay sleeping
And he turned around
And he headed home again
Lorne Meets World 