The Rite

Every single spring, I am amazed by the powerful effect of the new season on the human spirit. It's not by chance that Easter occurs at this time of year. A sense of renewal fills the air. It's hard, in fact, not to be positively affected by its arrival.

I've said many times that I've lived in places where this renewal is less pronounced. I have been in places without dark nor dismal winter months. Yet, without the change, the celebration is muted. It takes less favourable times in order to produce optimum ones. Today felt like the latter.


This cherry tree grows behind the New Westminster City Hall near the corner of Tipperary Park.