Tonight we are having a good snowfall -- I think perhaps our fifth serious dumping since mid-December. The weekend before Christmas we had so much snow that the exposed subway tracks near our station got covered and the trains stopped running.
This is looking east from the westbound platform at Victoria Park, about 5:30 pm on Sunday December 16. We were trying to get downtown for Kelly's concert at Trinity St. Paul's. Never made it, because the train never made it up over the hill just outside that opening.
This is looking east from the westbound platform at Victoria Park, about 5:30 pm on Sunday December 16. We were trying to get downtown for Kelly's concert at Trinity St. Paul's. Never made it, because the train never made it up over the hill just outside that opening.
The light this early snowy evening was eerie and purple.
None of the subsequent snowfalls have been as heavy or harsh as that first one. They just make it look and feel like winter is supposed to.
Feet crunching on cornstarch all the way up the sidewalk, then it turns to crumbled brown sugar in the crosswalks and intersections. Snow plowed along the road and cut in layers, alternating white and sandy brown, like butter brickle ice cream.
Air so cold you get an ice cream headache walking to the subway, and your nostril hairs freeze when you breathe in. Bright, bright blue suddenly breaking through white-grey cloud- and snow-filled skies.
The smell of a small engine running on gasoline. One morning I walked out into the petrol cloud of our kindhearted neighbour's snowblower as he cleared our driveway, and was immediately transported back to ski-dooing the bog behind Glen Haven Blvd, and across the pond at the top of Country Road Extension.
The whiff of gas, spruce, and cold air.
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