I'm in Toronto, or there abouts, and we've just said good-bye to the winter that never was.
Last week we had summer-like temperatures and I had the windows open. I don't usually get to that for more than a few minutes until May. Last week I opened the windows when I got home from work and closed them when I left again the next morning.
I'm trying to embrace my environment, observe the world around me. I must admit that I feel like I've missed something this year. I usually watch the tiny, hopeful shoots of my bleeding heart, bravely poke their heads out about this time of year. I looked today and there's six inches of leaf proudly standing up. It's weird.
I promised myself that I'd observe the world more than ever this year, to truly be present as I pass this milestone. I feel like I've already fallen behind and I haven't even started.
Time to pull out the camera.