The romance of winter

As I stepped out of the bank this afternoon and onto University Ave, my face was hit with teeny bits of cold wetness. I glanced up and found to my delight that it was snowing.

Most of Toronto should be winter weary by now, having endured a near record amount of snow this year. So I must have looked a little crazy to others striding along with that broad, goofy grin on my face.

The wind was too strong and cold for me to linger outdoors just for the sake of admiring the snow. So I came home, curled up on my sofa and stared out the window, gazing at the snowflakes dancing past my eyes.

It almost seems as if they’re saying hi.

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