When a friend asked if I’d like to meet for lunch next week I suggested we try dinner instead. And when my sister and I talked about meeting for Saturday morning breakfast, I suggested we do it early. All because its ‘that time of year’. I know it comes every year but when it does it catches me off guard. Like, what just happened? Well, it hit me this week: winter is fading, yet the snow in the Gatineau Park is outstanding. And the sun is warm and the blue sky bluer than its been all winter. When this happens everything else becomes less important to me than savouring these last days of skiing in the Park. Its not because I don’t enjoy these other activities, rather its just that its that time of year and because it doesn’t last long I want to savour every precious moment.
