I’ve made no secret of the fact that winter is not one of my favourite times of year, particularly when its a day like today – freezing rain, snow, cold wind, -9c feeling like -13c. Or days when it is bright and sunny but -27c with the wind chill. The other day when I trudged through the Rideau Centre in a t-shirt, shirt, sweater, fleece, scarf, winter coat, toque and big clunkly lined boots I asked myself why I wasn’t sitting in Miami in a shorts and t-shirt with many of my friends? However that is a question to be answer another day.
But then every so often there is those moments when the sight of pristine snow falling in soft flakes on virgin white drifts – before the dog walkers set out and the sand trucks appear – takes on a mystical fairy tale aspect. Or times like this morning when I went into the living room and saw a literal forest of frost on the window – looking for all the world like a Lalique sculpture. I know it means that the seals have broke on the window and more cold is coming in than should be but it really was beautiful. I only wish I had a better camera that wouldn’t catch the reflection but even that added a touch of the mystical to the designs etched in ice by the cold.
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At this point I’ll simply bask in the beautiful of nature and not even bother looking out the window. That would only bring back those old feelings about winter!
12 January – 1908 A long distance radio message was transmitted from the Eiffel Tower for the first time.