winter the way it should be

white. icy. cold. windchills. frostbite. toques. parkas. sorels. i almost cried when we were landing in winnipeg and i could see the assiniboine river was frozen and covered in snow, just like every rooftop in the city. saw kids playing games of shinny on every outdoor rink we past and it warmed my heart like you wouldn't believe. i quickly remembered what it's like to walk and drive on ice and got laughed at by mom when i went out in my parka and it was only like -10. it worries me a bit that this canuck has become so soft that she can't even take -18 windchills anymore - i've already gotten frostbite twice! but i won't let a little frostbite stop me from enjoying a real winter. i'm off to go play in the snow.