Snow in Toronto

I love snow. I really do. It's funny, even since I was a kid, I loved winter. I love the cold, I love the snow, I love early darkness. As a snowboarder, obviously, there are benefits to the winter. As well, going to the cottage in the winter is tops. But there is one aspect of winter that I'm coming to realize is what I enjoy most frequently about it. Most people here hate it. It's a weird day recently, if I haven't heard 10 people lament the on-coming Toronto winter, mostly customers at my work. Which is where the pleasure comes in. When they start complaining about snow, bad driving, and cold, and look to me for affirmation I give them my honest reply. "Really? I adore the winter." When they assume I'm being sarcastic, I go into greater detail as to why I'm in love with the frosty season. It drives people mental. When I remind them that this happens every year, and if it's that bad, they could move, I'm met with the usual barrage of answers that tells me the person really isn't interested in the weather, they were looking to say something and have someone else affirm it. But I can't, because there's a real beauty in an overcast sky, right at twilight, with a light snow falling, when suddenly everything looks blue and crisp and wonderful. It truly is one of the real perks to living in Toronto: total metropolitan city, hot summers, and still beautiful cold winters.

So I say, bring it on, and as I look out the window, I see it's already well on it's way.