Spring has definitely taken control of Cobourg. Once again, the shimmering waters have become home to various flocks. Although there are no signs of bathers, campers or boaters yet, the smooth sand is as inviting as it was in the summer, as if it had never been buried under layers of snow and ice. Even the lawn and the hedges in front of my patio are green.
Did winter really happen? It must've, because I have the spring fever! My nomadic blood has already rushed into my head. I feel the need to make new plans, the kind that lead to another life. I don't know what that life looks like yet, but I'm allowing hope to germinate.
I have to travel through the past one more time. I need to look for the bricks that have survived the betrayals and the hatred, and use them to build the future. Revisiting my memories that I had so diligently put on my blog three summers ago, is inevitable. Taking a memoir writing course, in the summer, at U of T is absolutely necessary. Meanwhile, I'm putting my habitual activities aside, including my blog, to read as many memoirs as I can. I have to learn how to make a bestseller out of my dirty laundry, and that of few others who have crossed my path!
Untill then, keep well, live well!
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