To everything there is a season. After one of the worst winters on record, we seem to have a new season too. Today was a beautiful 23 degrees Celsius (or 73 American), making it the warmest day in a sunny week. Spring, it would appear, has come.
Personally, I like the snow. I like the crispness of the air. I like the way the blues and whites reflect light. I like the way that snow looks under streetlamps, as if someone had spilled a sack of diamond dust on a white ceramic floor. But enough, as they say, is enough and I am quite happy to walk around the streets of Toronto sans overcoat and gloves.
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