The children enter the kindergarten playground squealing with delight. The snow is falling gently, covering the icy layers formed during the winter. Five year olds roll in the snow, create structures, and breathe in the crisp cold air.
“Madam! Madam! Look what I found.”
A snow-encased mitten holds out a sliver of green, its colour standing out brightly against the white.
“We found it against the wall. Come and look.”
I go to investigate the blades of grass that are growing sheltered next to the school building. It is a sign of hope. Yet another suggestion that Spring is on its way, no matter what Old Man Winter may suggest. We have heard birds sing in the playground. Our door opens just a little more against the swollen tarmac. Now I wait for the leaves on the trees to begin budding.
What signs of Spring have you seen?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014