December 12, 2017

I realized this morning, as we woke up to a city covered in meringue, that Luma, age three, was seeing snow for the first time. At least that’s how it would have felt for her. I’d say the first big snowfall feels wonderous and amazing regardless of ones age. Even though you know it’s coming, it always catches you by surprise. Indeed, the first snowfall is an exquisite reminder of the majesty of winter. Never does Toronto look so beautiful as when covered in nature’s finest desert.



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