F.i.in.e Moods

The greater intricacies

Are much to ponder.

So many parts with

So many questions.

And with this uncertainty

We'll still attempt to fill in 

The gaps where no

Words were assigned.

It's like the unknown is

Much too loud to bear.

So we'll naturally piece

It together to find sense.

However, speculations

Are hardly like the truth.

Yet, we're comforted

By them, it would seem.

- sponsorship & permanent residency application process... 

19 April 2019 to 25 February 2021... 

That's how long the process went on.

It really felt like it would never end.

But we got word today:  our application

Was successful!  Ma douce moitié is now

A legal Canadian resident, at long last.  

My cheeks are hurting!

The little boy's blond hair so light nearly glowed in the sun,

His eyes were a deep blue, and he was no older than four.

He was standing in front of his mother, arms crossed on

Himself, his little lips in a pout, all while protesting his

Innocence to her.  She had shortly admonished him,

In the most irritated of tones, by saying: "Oh!  Behave!".

And the little boy's resolute response:  "I am being have!"

And the look on his face, I'll never forget:  injustice, incredulity.

The look on his mother's face:  I-better-not-burst-out-laughing.

- picture taken 5th February... hardly any snow :/ 

Some might say that I'd be happy

To skip the mountainous snowbanks,

Or the overflow of snow everywhere,

Or the long cold snaps of January and

February where -25 C isn't unusual,

Or the numerous blustering snowstorms

That can accumulate an easy 30 cm each time,

Or the mega snow-shovelling to clear off

Our semi-basement apartment's windows,

Or the workout to walk the snowy sidewalks,

Or the numbing, sometimes painful, effect

Of the cold on the face, fingers, legs, toes.

Yes, you'd think I'd be happy to skip all that.

But when it suddenly disappears on you,

And the whole paysage is unrecognizable

Because there's hardly any snow,

There's hardly been snowfalls or storms,

Let alone many days at -20 C to -30 C

(It's 6th of February, and it's -4 C!  WTH?),

It all feels so strange in a bothersome way

That can't go unnoticed.  My whole life,

Winter has always been plentiful, let's say,

And to see it so mild and démunis, it takes

Some serious getting used to, I must confess.