Or maybe that’s ech! Nothing makes me feel more Canadian than a blizzard that starts about 3:00pm on a workday afternoon – just early enough to coat the roads with a slick of ice, before it’s time to even think of getting home.
This is when a thirty minute commute turns into a three hour gut wrencher through blinding white outs in a crawl of cars, trucks, and buses. Not to mention the pedestrians, if you can even see them camouflaged in black and white or worse, white and white.
This time I was the pedestrian and I was walking faster than the cars were travelling, even though I was battling the wind in my face, which blinded the eyes, but didn’t, fortunately, freeze the lashes – we are ever thankful for small mercies!!
Blizzards are the dark side of a white winter, sigh!!