Maybe it’s a symptom of growing up in a place where it has snowed every month of the year but July. Maybe it’s living through winters that last from October to May, year after year. Or maybe I just really love warmer months. Even when I am living in warmer cities, where spring lasts longer, I feel compelled to take advantage of every single day of sunshine. Sometimes, admittedly, to the point where I try to force every single one to be magical because I know how precious and few they are.
No one can force spring. We’re on our way home to Winnipeg from Washington, DC today. I am writing this ahead of time. Right now, the forecast calls for a week of early spring. But that could have changed entirely by the time you’re reading this. We may have spent seven days seeking refuge from spring rains inside museums. And I am trying to work towards accepting that preemptively, because by now, I should know that if there is anything I truly cannot impose my will on, weather patterns are it. But the truth is, I don’t, so rain is inevitably a disappointment every time I experience it, especially on vacation… and sunny days that don’t go my way are, too.
We took these photos on one of those spring days that didn’t go according to my meticulous plan. I admit that I don’t remember why anymore. And that’s just it. Why bother to waste time being disappointed in the moment, if your disappointment is over something so trivial that you will have forgotten it entirely a few months later? I wish I knew. Either way, the perfectionist in me – the one we’ve talked about before – still very often is. And yet, with the benefit of hindsight, she – I – can see how pointless that is. After all, it’s always spring somewhere.
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