Two dozen women showed up on Saturday to walk 6k, 10k, or
12k. It says something about this winter
that a minus 6 degree morning felt balmy to us.
Certainly we’d forgotten what a lift sunlight gives the spirits. I felt much better after the siege of the
polar vortez. I’ve been making it
through this bitter February by looking up the average Toronto temperature 4
weeks from whatever date it is. (For
March 15, the historical average is 3 degrees ABOVE zero.) Yea, March!
I have been thinking of the polar vortex as the beginning of
the apocalypse. I think I’ll let Robert
Frost speak for me.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
