Starting a New Life / Van Morrison
That come before the swallow dares, and take
the winds of March with beauty.
~ William Shakespeare
The steeds are out of the barn.
The Bow River / Calgary. Used to be that I would shortcut across here in the Winter. And I could judge if it was Spring or not when the ice disappeared.
The water on one side of Prince’s Island. In Grade 3, my brothers and I played hockey here. It was a slough back then – where people threw junk and garbage. It made for an interesting hockey game though, stickhandling around tires and stuff sticking up through the ice.
Need a workout?