One of the beautiful things about this new neighbourhood is the river. We've been walking by it for the past week and in just that time have seen it transform from slushy snow and chunks of ice to glittering, ice-free paths and water.
My daughter loves swinging high above the grass and gazing out into the river.
She asks me, "Why the swings are in the middle of the park?"
"What do you mean middle?"
"Why they are in the middle?"
"You mean close to the river and not with the play structure?"
"Yes. The middle of the park."
"That's so you can swing and look out across the river and know this is a special place."
"Oh, yes," she agrees, and throws her head back, small face turned to the sun, while the gulls and geese and ducks and red-winged blackbirds call and cluck and feather themselves in the background.
Life flows on despite all the obstacles. That is the lesson.
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