I still love winter
On the way back to Guelph it was actually snowing and the wind was up. Instead of silver calm, the trees in the distance appeared to be lightly dusted with snow. There was just enough of the stuff blowing around in the air to turn the sky grey and give you a sense of it, but visibility was fine. It was kind of like being trapped in a non-glittery snowglobe. A starker and less obvious kind of beauty, but I still stared out of the van window for a solid three hours.
