Spring-a-ling-ling

It only takes a couple of glorious, sunny, warm days, with temperatures seeping into the 20 Centigrade range for Toronto to transform itself from the salt encrusted, frozen monolith in is for 3 months of the year into a living, breathing creature resplendent in flapping, fuchsia skirts, wayfarer sunglasses and hair-ad gleaming smiles. As butterflies emerge from dormancy, so Toronto shakes itself free of dark, woolen coats and sullen hearts, to free creatures perfumed with sensuality and sustained with patio lounging; to stretch wings of gauzy cottons and translucent silks. God bless you, Toronto, you creature of so many faces. I'm glad to know you through it all.