Last night, while cuddled on my sofa with a book, a cup of cocoa and two warm puppies, I gazed out the window and thought about how much I love the winter. Maybe it’s because I was raised in Montreal, but I really love snow. We had our first real snowfall of the season this week, and I couldn’t help being downright giddy.
People complain about the traffic, the shoveling, the scraping of ice off windshields… But there’s also the flip side; it’s beautiful, and there’s something unbelievably peaceful about the city after a big storm. I love to ski. I love snowshoeing and exploring the land around my family’s country house. I love my new North Face snow-pants. I love sitting in front of the fire after an adventure outdoors. I love seeing kids being pulled on toboggans on city streets. I love outdoor skating rinks.
This morning, happily bundled up and ready to begin my day, I walked out of my apartment thinking “what are people complaining about? This is beautiful.” It was at that very moment that I lost my footing on a piece of black ice and landed with a resounding thud on my hip. While lying on the sidewalk trying to decide if I should head straight to work or go back upstairs and wash the sleet out of my hair, it occurred to me that all those winter haters just might have a point….
But then I looked up at my dog, who was licking the sleet off my face, and wouldn’t you know it, she had a perfect snow mustache. So, despite the bruise on my hip and the dirt in my hair, I’m back on the winter bandwagon thanks to this face: