One foot in the snow
If you happen by my house right now you can see my personal nod to the Yeti call it Barefoot in the snow. There is enough snow on the front step so I just had to reach out with one foot and leave my mark. Ephemeral. The step will be shovelled off but for a short moment you can see that I have been outside without my boot. I imagine it’s a Canadian moment. If I was to winter in the far South such opportunities would be rare. And I only had used one foot proof of concept. The fresh snow is also cold snow. When I was much younger, I went so far as to do some snow swimming. That’s where you dress in inappropriate clothing and jump into a drift. Leaves you tingling from tip to toe. Another one of those things that you only need to do once in your life. When I hear about folks that go for that famous New Years swim I pat myself on the shoulder and say I could have done that. I did not because I knew how uncomfortable it might be. Somehow that idea of cutting a hole in the ice and jumping in will be less and less possible. Less and less ice. It’s not only the polar bear that is faced with the results of global warming. My take on things is that we’re more than halfway through the winter and we probably will not have many opportunities to go swimming or even walking through the drifts. Maybe I should book a film crew for the next time to immortalize my efforts. Just a thought. I am much more comfortable inside thinking silly thoughts but what I could or could not do if I lost my mind. Meanwhile this was a snow day locally. For the schools.
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