The sound of melting is music to my ears, peppered with little boots splishing and splashing alongside stroller wheels on the sidewalk.
The first walk of Spring is underway. I can hear birds twittering and flittering from tree to tree, preparing for a long season of growth and change.
The winter is over. We breathe a sigh of relief. Yes, we know that more snowflakes will fall before summer arrives, but in the meantime, sun bathes our neighbourhood in warmth and beauty. Even the runoff, meandering down the middle of the road, is sparkling with life and hope.
“Look at the way this one curves back and forth,” I say, pointing to a small stream trickling down the sidewalk in front of us.
“Wow!” they shout, zigging and zagging through it, pants wet to the knees from all the joys of puddle-jumping.
One bends down and fishes three soggy pinecones out of the mud puddle, tossing them happily into the middle of the road. “Here ya go, squirrels!” she shouts. “Some food for you!”
Thank you Jesus for the beauty of this moment.