it is with shock
that I look up from
all the horrors of this year to see
spring
finally
rising.
To feel the sun
sit on my shoulders
and kiss my nose
is to feel the cold grip of
winter
slowly
ease.
the promise of a summer breeze whispers hope back into me.
Bus trips home from hockey games with your varsity team: filled with stories, laughter, and all the best bonding moments.
Bus trips home from provincial meetings with your fellow resident physician colleagues: everyone is exhausted and sleeping.
#imisshockey
Me: it might be okay... things could work out!
Me: let’s cross our fingers and hope for the best!!
Narrator: it would not work out; things will not be okay...