Another wander along the boardwalk brings colour and a bit of a sprinkle.
Greys and browns slowly release
Their deathly grip on our souls.
Minor moments of colour—
Red, orange, green, yellow—
Poke out weary heads,
Finding welcome, seizing hope.
Splashes grow to puddles,
Puddles into deluge,
And the world is bathed
In chromatic bliss.
Spring lines have arrived.
Can the sales be far behind?
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As the air turns chilly in Toronto and cloud obscures the sun, a last reminder of some of the botanic splendour from this past summer.
The mundane browns and greys of late Winter are slowly overwhelmed by the blue-skied hope of Spring yet to come. One of my favourite photos from Algonquin Park in Northern Ontario.