I’ve been on the road for over three weeks. I like to travel, and I got to spend time with great colleagues so there was good in it but I find myself asking how I fell for being sent to three of the coldest places ever in winter.
Hi Laura, welcome to Regina!
You may not be able to tell, but the snow was blowing sideways…sideways! Thanks Regina.
I’d include a picture of Winnipeg, but it just looked like the same thing, but with the snow blowing the other direction…use your imagination.
Then in week two…welcome to Edmonton.
The cab driver actually told me he could feel spring in the air. Seriously, sir? The only thing I could feel in the air was the stabbing pain as it drove into my lungs. FYI, don’t decide to go for a walk in Edmonton in the winter.
I got home to play host to an out of town guest, and after being in the land of cold and ice (the Prairies) I think I was obnoxiously proud when I showed her how nice Vancouver was.
Lost Lagoon. There were flowers budding, and nesting geese.
Hi Seagull. I missed you.
Oh Vancouver, why do I ever leave you? Except for the rain. What’s up with the rain? But I forgive you…it’s spring, and I promise not to be bitter about the rain again until at least next week.
Give me one good reason to like the snow. No, really. I’m from Vancouver, but some people choose to live in the Prairies so there has to be something good about temperatures that will freeze your eyeball juice in five minutes. The only good thing I can think of at the moment is the sound snow makes when it’s really cold. No, not the sound of it actually falling (although the silence of a snowfall can be magical), I’m talking about the squeak of fresh cold snow when you walk through it. I have only ever heard that unique squeaking noise in really cold climates (here it usually sounds smooshy).
Writing Exercise:
Get inspired by the snow. Make a mind map about snow. Think about colour, scent, sound and snow related activities. Once you’ve been inspired close your eyes and step into a snowy landscape and let yourself be drawn into the story that presents itself. Spend twenty minutes in the chilly world of your imagination, then enjoy a hot cocoa as your reward. Happy writing.
