When I’m writing, I tend to need a song to help me get going.  In this unit, Short Story writing, having my iPod work would be really helpful. Unfortunatly it spased and shut down completely, BUT it was able to play this song (Little Lion Man – Mumford & Sons) on repeat long enough for me to write this scene. It needs work but iPod = dead until I get enough time/remeber to plug it into the computer and clean it up, so feel free to comment and make suggestions!


I can feel the warm cement, rough and dry under my bare feet, so different from the cool shade of the Business/Apartment complexes that line the sidewalk on your right. I’m standing beside the empty lot on the corner, a bus stop covered in flyers is to my left. The broken fence is a wall of multicoloured posters, some held on with gum, barely hiding the wild growth of the empty lot. Through a missing plank I can see the remains of a dog house and a chain, vines growing over discarded popcans. Ahead of me, after crossing the road where cars gleam by, the cool shade begins again. The sheets on the cross light beside me flutter in the wind, made by the passing cars and buses, carrying the prevailing smell of exhaust, chinese and fast food restaurants, and the sweet smell of flowers from the florist on the other side of the street, which is feeling the full force of the sun. A few people walk by but it’s not too busy, nice weather for biking, the brave ones taking full advantage of the lack of cars parked along the curb, weaving through, making their own bike lanes.


An ice cold blanket

A few weeks ago we got our first taste of snow. I was pretty pumped about this because i lovelovelovelovelove snow; then a terrible dry spell, which involved rain, made everything muddy brown and wet. But now  (stating the obvious) everything is accented in white 🙂 Lets get the snow days rollin!

Almost everybody i’ve talked to is happy about this wonderful fluff, yet there are some who absolutely despise snow. They hate the cold and the slush and the cold. They want it to constantly be 30 celsius which i think would be terrible.  This is Canada, we need variances in weather to maintain our culture of being some of the hardiest folk alive, next to the people in Iceland. Besides the cold and the slush, there really isn’t that much to hate about it, so here are some of the reasons why i love it:

Snow is the wrapping paper around an ugly sweater. It makes all the muddy brown, patchy grassed lawns covered in dead leaves and stick fragments look like smooth, puffy, sparkling carpets of  possibility in the way a nicely wrapped present makes you excited over what’s inside.

.. no matter how ugly...


Speaking of possibilities there are about 20 different outdoor activities to do in the winter

You can't do this in the summer.... the lack of snow would render it fatal

you can make stuff out of it

school stops because of it… as well as most traffic

you can live in it

you can eat it.

Multipurpose Weather!!