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| Glenmore Reservoir Dreamer Pixabay Courtesy dimitrisvetsikas1969 |
It was a walking day of children. Their enthusiasm finally
set free after a long winter which still showed piles of hard dirty mounds of snow in hidden
places.
Little ones trying out their new training wheels, a boy
holding a leaning ice cream cone, girls who refused to get out of their floral
dresses twirling on the path.
There was still ice on the reservoir, the wind blowing off
that giant ice-cube felt good under the scorching sun. Odd to see frozen ice
while you are wearing shorts and running shoes. (Even if it is Calgary) The mountains in the distance
had snow on them but the Canada Geese had found what looked like a thawing stream to shake their
legs.
And then the conversations! No hats or scarves, no one bundled up anymore, spring has
arrived. Happy voices carried a long way. A perfect day for a writer walking away towards a story. (Tweet This)
His helmet sat perfectly on his head, the strap still
attached at the neck while he and his Mom sat on a park bench and ate the treat
they had packed. He had unwrapped the waxed paper and bit and talked, bit and
talked as I approached them. And then the most glorious words, said with such
joy. He was maybe seven.
How could such enthusiasm not be appreciated? It didn’t
matter what he was referring to. I didn’t need to hear any more of the
conversation (although I was tempted). He was uninhibited, he was exuberant, he was
a dreamer! And my goodness, he had waited his “whole life”!
How long have most of us been waiting to dream? Do it! Do it Now! Listen to that little sitting guy whose feet did not even reach the ground.
Don’t wait your whole life.
