There’s nothing like a change of seasons to make you fall in love all over again, and Toronto, I’m smitten.
As much as I love the colder months, there’s a special kind of magic in Toronto springs. And maybe this magic isn’t unique to Toronto as much as it is to urban centres, but it’s there nonetheless. It’s in repairing to a park at lunch to do a little pleasure-reading before heading back to the office. It’s in camping out on a patio for an evening of food and people-watching. It’s in observing the little things–the arrays of greens, the variety of blossoms, each glorious extra hour of sunlight. It’s in the way each moment seems a celebration of no longer being bound by closed windows and heavy clothing.
Spring is our big reveal and we revel in it.
Nothing beats High Park in the spring. I love the cherry blossoms, but I bet they’re all gone by now. 😦