Yesteryear

The Warm Plains of Canada?!?

Upon hearing that we would be leaving the plains of Africa, I took my mother aside and made her promise me that the next place we would live in would be as warm and sunny as the place we were leaving. What does she do?

She bundles me up in layers of clothing and takes me to one of the colder places on the face of the earth! A place where it snows seven months out of twelve, where the wind can freeze the tip of your nose in a heartbeat and icicles hang from your tongue!

The truth be told I love the snow, I love walking down the streets watching it gently dance down to the ground in big fluffy flakes. I love it watching out the window as it comes hurtling down in little tiny icicles, covering the street, glimmering in the light, stars on the black asphalt. That icy coldness that seems to accompany these long, long winters that I can't stand.