It was a gorgeous morning, Friday – bright, clear, dazzling. Just a little brisk, if you were out walking, as I was, along Queen St. W., on your way to work. Minus 19, actually; -27 with the wind chill.
It didn’t feel so bad, actually. I guess because of the sunshine.
And perhaps because this has been the new normal, this horrible long winter: weeks with the minus temperatures in double digits.
It’s been good for the ice-sculptures on Bloor Street though – they have glistened and sparkled, diamond-hard, for weeks now, in the open. Snapped on my iPhone.