I felt the chill this morning. I’d forgotten the gloves I meant to find last night after those first snowflakes starkly reminded me of a change in the weather.
Realistically, almost chronologically, we are on the cusp of winter here in Toronto; I’ve been progressively reminded over these past few days as the pleasurable autumn temperatures have waned. The festive music in the shopping malls kept singing of the winter wonderland that has not yet arrived, so I haven’t really been feeling it.
Until this morning.
I like mornings, even cold ones.
Mornings, daily, give me the opportunity to start afresh. Each day I am allowed to leave yesterday behind and get on with life. It’s like a new beginning, every damn day.
It is a change. Change is good.
Much like the weather, I am undergoing (or in) a period of change. At least, right now, I am preparing for change.
Next month, just after the calendar shifts to a new year, I will be moving back to a more familiar city; one I have lived in for a good chunk of my life. It will be a good move, I know it. I feel it.
It will be a welcome change and, in many ways, a new beginning. A new home, and a new attitude.
It will be, in so many ways, a new beginning.
New beginnings are all about change.
Change is good, even in the weather.
12/01/2024 j.g.l.
