There are certain things that inspire pure joy in this world. Seeing your children accomplish something you know they have worked so hard for. Seeing your wife beat cancer with quiet confidence. Hearing a song or seeing a scene in a movie that connects with a moment from your own life. Even better, hearing that David Gilmour guitar solo from Comfortably Numb… you know, the second one. 🙂
But for me the most of pure unadulterated joy I get to appreciate every year is spring. Yep, just that boring old spring where the snow melts and stuff gets messy.
But when you are from the heart of the prairies where it usually gets to -30 and -40 with the windchill, spring is a huge occasion. I wish I could convey the absolute elation and giddiness to my American neighbours far south. Even fellow Canadians in Calgary and Toronto probably don’t feel the joy to the same level. They just haven’t felt the wind for all winter long.
Feeling the warm fat spring wind on your face is comforting and tender. It is strange how the wind changes through the winter as it becomes more narrow and skinny and thin as it gets colder and colder. Then eventually the wind feels like a thin sheet of ice making it hard to breathe. Eventually you get used to it and carry on.
But that first day in the spring, with a breeze and temperature above freezing is the definition of Joy. Kinda like if Bacon had a sister.