It was a stagnant morning, hauntingly quiet but for the ticking of loose metal reverberating from one of the floor vents. Outside my window remained cold and sharp with dirt-white snow blanketing the uneven, rustic yard at the back of our home. The sun’s radiance reflected sparkling fluorescents throughout our second floor bedroom stinging my listless eyes.
The silence enveloped my son, Cash and I. Early spring longed for the song of birds that had sought solace in the warmth of the sun months ago. Soon their migration would signal relief from the brutal Northern Ontario winter. For now we remained indoors, escaping from the last frozen breath of the fleeting season.
Cash was nearing five months of age. [Read more…]