This evening I unpacked my Canadian Snow Suit. There's really nothing Canadian about it, except maybe that I bought it there, and even then, I'm pretty sure I picked up my Burton snow pants while in Vermont many summers ago. Anyway, that sentence was poorly constructed and I miss playing in the snow. A lot. My goal in taking out my full snow outfit was so I could wear it all the time, with the hope of showing Scopitone just how insane I am, and thus making him realize the only cure for this overdressed ailment would be to take me on a Snowy Winter Fun Time Getaway. There are mountains not too far away. I guess you can call them mountains. Really, they are like mountains from Ontario. I want the sexy Rockies.

I used to miss walking down Yonge Street on a cold winter's day. Around College street to be exact, possibly because my favorite pizza place was there, or because I spent a solid amount of time with Miesha there, or even because the all night diners were my favorite place to be right after a show. What I miss right now is wet slush. Don't judge me! I want to walk down a busy downtown street, tall buildings on either side, with an almost furious, sporadic wind, and wet slush under my poorly chosen winter shoes. I want cars to drive past me in puddles of dirty street slush, splashing my jacket. I want my jeans to gain 5 pounds and be soaked to the knee in the time it takes me to leave a store doorway and get on a bus. But on a normal, most likely understood level, I miss big fluffy flakes and the first snow fall of the season.

Two years ago, first snow fall in Kelowna:



And one of my favorite winter pictures ever: