As always, Spring has returned to the Canadian prairies. Brown and grey are quickly being replaced with all the shades of green that only the Master Creator can imagine. The breeze stirs hearts towards warm. Thoughts turn to planting, bright days and long evenings.
Yet all is not well. The heat combined with strong winds have caused havoc at the lake, freeing ice to crash into the shore with unforgiving force. Cottages and houses were buried or splintered like toothpicks. All this the announcement of the new season.
At another beach it was easy to imagine we were in the Arctic, as we snapped picture after picture, the cold from the ice clashing against the warmth of the sun.
The natural appears unnatural
there seems to be a way to enter
crawl deep into the ice
as if there might be refuge there
a peace in confronting the heart of the cold
and then, the melting
walking with Emily and the broken redeemed