A couple of days back, the weather people got really excited. Their enthusiasm suggested the blizzard of the century, and a great part of the population started anticipating the snowstorm. See, usually, when mid-January comes, most Quebecers are absolutely sick of dealing with snow. But we had a record winter this year, and aside from…… Continue reading Want snow?
Translation: ”Snow (pointing to the left), thanks!” When you live in Freezingland, you just have to show snow who’s the boss. Note that, being Canadians, we make sure to stay polite, even when we tell the white stuff where it belongs…
Blacks and whites Blending into greys…Winter’s quite the mystery,Wouldn’t you say?Trying to grasp The very soul of the storm,Riding on the highwayFar away from home…Staring the beast in the eyes,As it might occur.I suddenly feel uncannily familiarWith that untamed blur…
It was meant to happen. We’ve been spoiled with an amazing summer, and I believe that Mr Frost heard about it. He probably thought ”Oh, you guys had a nice summer, eh? Let me scrap your warm and fuzzy memories!” Now he’s back. And taking a (rare) walk to the convenience store, I came across…… Continue reading Mr Frost is back!
Winter’s a sly creature. Wrapping itself in shiny Precious lacework… It will make you forget How it is freezing Your fingers hard as rock.
Two days ago, when I posted a short video at the beginning of our last snow storm, Trina commented ”Send it over to me”. Being the generous person that I am, I figured that a small cardboard box full of the white stuff would be a little cheap. Trina is a good friend, and we’re not short…… Continue reading You want some snow?
Doo, doo doo… During winter, here, the sky is almost always covered with a thick blanket of grey clouds. I won’t complain, since the temperature is usually warmer (exactly the effect a blanket should have, wouldn’t you say?). So when the sun suddenly peeks out, we all turn towards it, like winter sunflowers, reaching…… Continue reading Here comes the sun…
I can’t imagine what it would be like, not to know snow. To only know what I would have seen of it in books and in movies… I was born on a snow storm night. And as much as I like to complain about it, it’s always been part of who I am. At…… Continue reading Shadows…
Walking on fresh snow All’s quiet and so peaceful I’m coming your way
Cyranny's Cove 