“Ottawa braces for the first snowstorm of the year.” I must have read this headline—or some clever variant—a thousand of times before “D-Day,” yet I refused to believe it. Snow? Not already! It’s still fall, people!
I emailed my relatives in France. “We are expecting 25 centimetres of snow!” I complained. “But… aren’t you used to it? 25 centimetres isn’t that much, is it?”
Ah ah. It’s like telling French people: “Oh, a major demonstration is planned in Paris and public transportation is on strike? I mean, aren’t you used to it?” Yeah, sure they are. It’s still a pain and it still requires some planning if you want to make it to work.
See, Canadians expect snowy winters and extreme weather. Yet, the first snowstorm of the year is somehow a shock for all of us. Maybe it’s denial (“Fuck… I guess global warming spared Canada…”). Maybe it’s wishful thinking (“The Weather Channel gets it wrong all the time! I bet it’s gonna be around 20 °C with a light breeze!”).
Well, it ain’t happening. Or rather, it did.
It started snowing Tuesday night and we woke up to a shitload of snow on Wednesday. It’s beautiful, for sure—the scenery changed dramatically overnight. It has that perfect “Hollywood Christmas” feel. No wind, snow artistically stuck to trees, branches and poles, a picture-perfect white landscape.
But damn, it’s cold. And slippery.
Mark discovered snow. Well, technically he saw it last winter but he was too young. This time, bundled up in his “body bag” (that’s my nickname for snowsuits and I stand by it!), he walked in the snow, ate it and got the full experience. He didn’t seem to mind… he is a true Canadian!