The comforts of April
I was very much in love with my April nights routine by now. Walking out of the house to the car in a crisp but reasonable, after this winter, air temperature while the sky was a beautiful bright twilight felt so reassuring and comfortable. Each night now was 6 minutes shorter than the last, but we weren’t making a habit of leaving town any later. I was loving every moment of these nights and I knew I would miss them so much, which made savouring every last moment so much more essential.
The end of my season was just a few tours away now and that provided some relief after such a long, exhausting season and first year of just life back in Yellowknife. In a stark contrast to feeling like this last year was an onslaught of chaos and messiness in my life, these final nights carried such a calm. I couldn’t wait for them to begin, and I didn’t want them to end. There wasn’t a worry about tomorrow, except about what I was going to bake, or when my next night off will be. I just wanted to live in the endless beauty of these nights forever.
