The late drive home was routine. The road familiar; radio playing. Anticipating another fine supper with the missus. Then the horizon caught my eye.
I was heading out for what should have been a simple grocery run. Milk, bread, the usual. Near the end of the driveway, my right front tire clipped the edge of a snow drift. Suddenly…bang!
Winter in the Great White North arrives, uninvited. Snow never apologizes. Sure it softens edges, quiets the sound, but, it demands attention.
Southern Ontario winters are something wonderful. Fields go from brown of Autumn to white. Lakes and rivers turn to ice bringing fishermen out to dig their holes and catch Walleye.
Wishing you a warm and joyful Christmas filled with moments that make your heart feel light