I wrote a while back about heading out to work in the darkness, around 7am one morning, when the temperature was – well, pretty freakin’ cold. I took a couple of photos, to prove my point: here is our back lane, and Davenport Road, where I waited for my bus, just to prove I was there.
Not all of winter is bad, of course: gee whizz, it can even be fun! Like (don’t you just, like, like the way the word like has become, like, the replacement for duh and uh, the universal unilingual verbal grease and unguent) when your wife leads you out into the country, on a secret mission – an adventure – and you find yourself marching uphill, on snowshoes, through a Niagara vineyard, stopping along the way to take in the views, and drink in the produce, and snap a few photos? Which is what Rob did to me yesterday – hauled me out into wine country, for a snow-walk on snow-shoes.
Lots of fun – and, thank god, not nearly as cold as it turned out to be, again, this blue Monday morning.