I checked the temperature today before leaving the house and it was a balmy -21, compounded to -33 thanks to the ever agreeable wind-chill factor. This picture is not me on my way to blow up a bus (mind you, the flower on my beanie is probably giving that away). Apart from Hockey, winter is what Canadians are best at.You got to be wondering why people settled here in the first place. Remember that this was before the time of central heating and underground public transport. I mean, it's not like there isn't a multitude of places around the world with warm climates, an abundance of food and water, natural resources aplenty and all the creative spirit required to combine potatoes and cheese curds for that oh-so-delicious drunken snack.
Instead, as you step out of your house, your nose start running, your eyes water and the tears instantly freeze your eyes shut. The all-precious scarf is covering your face, safely tucked in your hat. But in your haste to rub your eyes, you forget about the twelve pairs of mitts that you put on this morning and your clumsy reaction loosens the scarf.
Your mind screams in panic. It is the end.
Like a harpooned whale, you know your fate is sealed. The freezing air grabs you by the neck, sprints down your spine before viciously reaching for your soft underbelly. Whatever you do now, you know you won't be warm until you reach your destination. The only sensible thing to do is to reconstruct the hat-scarf-collar seal, which means taking the gloves off. It's game over. Winter wins again.
2 comments:
I'm stuck in Thailand right now and if it wasn't for the ocean waters and cold beer to cool me off after sitting on the beach all day I'd probably sweat to death. Its a tough life over here, you should be thankful for what you've got.
Hey man, I feel your pain. Sweden isn't exactly the tropics right now either. There's talk of a boat cruise next week and I hope it has big windows cuz there's no way I'm going outdoors. Screw you Travis.
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