one hundred and five

I tend to feel the push and pull of seasonal change fairly keenly. The ebb and flow of temperatures rising and falling; the changes in the earth and air. My psyche is jumbled by the false starts and hesitations of each new season.

Though we haven’t been skating for the past two weeks, our skate gear has remained in my car. I have been holding out hope that we might get there just one more time. Yesterday, the rink closed for the season. I have a bit of sadness that I didn’t get on the ice with my girls that last time, but I am glad for the finality.

Today, the skate gear got pulled from the car, skates were stored and the snow suits washed and dried. The helmets were returned to the bikes and I feel like I am one step further into welcoming spring fully.

In the coming days more laundry will be hung outside, hats and scarves will be collected up and bulky coats and boots will be moved away from the door. There will be room for sandals and sun hats again.

With fits and starts, our activities will start to favor the outdoors. We’ll try to remember what we did last spring. We will find our rhythm again or, more likely, we will make a new rhythm. It won’t come all at once, but it will come.