January 14, 2017
I went for a walk earlier, just after it got dark, and it was gorgeous.
There’s just something about a cold winter night, with the dry, crisp air, the slightly aggressive breeze, and the deep blue night sky. As I walked down city streets, off the beaten path, completely zipped into my parka, with my (fake) fur-rimmed hood cupping my face, I felt a weird kind of serenity. The frosty air seemed to hug me in a way. The night sky spoke to my solitude. The breath I could see wafting from my mouth was like a painting. I loved it all.
I need to take walks like this more often.
February 2, 2011
I have to get serious here for a moment.
I was going to put up a very different post, but the thoughts that have been swirling through my head over the last few days need to be shared. I will return to my regularly scheduled frivolity later in the week (besides, I owe you a second post this week after failing miserably at posting over the weekend).
For the last few days, I’ve been listening to the local news media speak of a “massive winter storm” headed up the North American east coast towards us. Every report has been delivered in shrill tones, with the reporters using their “2008 economic meltdown” voices – the same voices they used for months after the crisis hit, continuing the fear-mongering even after the world failed to stop spinning on its axis.
Earlier this evening, school closures were being announced for tomorrow, even before a single snowflake had fallen, and viewers were being asked to write in to share “how YOU are dealing with this winter storm.” Knowing this city, I highly doubt we’ll get even half of what’s expected, and if we do, it’ll be gone within days. But apparently it’s the top story here in Toronto. Read the rest of this entry »