The hike felt like a forced march as we ascended the mountain. Every time I would see sky through the trees, I would think, “This is the peak.” then we would get to the rop and see the trail winding up another rise, higher than where we were standing. “This wasn’t the peak,” I said. My friend sat down and looked around. “But nice view anyway.”
Chanpheng
March is an in-between kind of a month. It’s not really winter but in Canada at least, it’s not really spring either. It’s the promise of spring, perhaps. The idea that spring is indeed on the way. But it still often feels like winter, and its dampness can seep into your soul.
Kat
It’s a long month after such a short sprint, the first real breath of the year. A time to finally take stock of what comes ahead this year but it is already a quarter of the way through what you should have already been prepared for. The days are long enough to live again.
The hike felt like a forced march as we ascended the mountain. Every time I would see sky through the trees, I would think, “This is the peak.” then we would get to the rop and see the trail winding up another rise, higher than where we were standing. “This wasn’t the peak,” I said. My friend sat down and looked around. “But nice view anyway.”
March is an in-between kind of a month. It’s not really winter but in Canada at least, it’s not really spring either. It’s the promise of spring, perhaps. The idea that spring is indeed on the way. But it still often feels like winter, and its dampness can seep into your soul.
It’s a long month after such a short sprint, the first real breath of the year. A time to finally take stock of what comes ahead this year but it is already a quarter of the way through what you should have already been prepared for. The days are long enough to live again.