Winds gusting to over 100 km/hr. The world a snowglobe being shaken by a hyper-kinetic poltergeist.
Snow is heaping in impassable drifts on the driveway as the world outside appears and disappears in swirls of white.
And yet mere days ago, on the other side of the country...
my farewell walk around the neighbourhood presented tiny daisies in green grass,
an improbable palm tree proud of its curb appeal,
streams rushing with the promise of spring,
and an elderly couple taking a leisurely stroll
along the beach, as I basked in the warm afternoon sun.
After enjoying an unusually dry and sunny winter in Vancouver these past four months, I find I have arrived back to my east coast home in time to experience what is being described as the worst storm of the winter, and this after one of the coldest and snowiest seasons in years.
At least the wood stove keeps us feeling cozy as the old house groans and strains to withstand the force of the roaring winds, and we know that eventually spring will prevail. Won't it??