The pressure building in the sky makes my head ache and shift. I feel it in my eyes. It is a word, unspoken, on the lips of the sky.
But is it really a storm? Is it disruption or is it renewal?
But how you look at the same moody sky changes everything.
Under its brooding brow lies new sprigs of spring. Fresh air and a softness is there too.
New sprouts are there.
Just waiting for their moment to blossom and burst forth in a riot of colour and fragrance.
If you stop with me. And sit for a bit.
You will see it too.
That is hope, my loves.
It is all waiting there for you.
Disbelief. Grief. Worry. Sadness. Helplessness.
These are just a few of the emotions I felt watching the waters of the Bow and Elbow Rivers rise rapidly over the last few days.
How rapidly? Like nothing we have ever seen in recent history.
My scientist’s brain leapt to the data and I saw some staggering hydrographs showing how fast the rivers were increasing.