Winter in Edmonton. The sun sleeps in every morning like a hormonal teen and turns in early every day like a grouchy oldster. Even when the sun decides to show up and stay social, its efforts aren't enough to warm the dry cold air. On really cold days, the first breath is an icy shock, the frozen air catches in your lungs and brings on something close to pain. The frigid touch of the wind seems like it could freeze the moisture on the surface of your eyeballs. When you're out in its killing grip, part of you wants to lie down and just let the cold wash over you, to gently fall asleep in winter's frigid embrace. The snow falls and covers the earth like a heavy blanket, burying everything in virginal white. As the snow falls, we all rush out with shovels, scoops, and blowers to try to keep parts of our walkways free and clear of the oppressive white substance. After we shovel the refuse away, we sprinkle salt as though performing an arcane ritual to keep more of the snow from landing on our sidewalks. It's always a hard fought battle, but winter always wins in the end.
Give me some palm trees and mojitos! Eight days until K and I hit Jamaica! :)
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