
2026-03-01
The late drive home was routine. The road familiar; radio playing.

The late drive home was routine. The road familiar; radio playing.

I was heading out for what should have been a simple grocery run. Milk, bread, the usual.

Winter in the Great White North arrives, uninvited. Snow never apologizes.

Southern Ontario winters are a thing of beauty. Fields go from brown of Autumn to white.
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