A Very Long Winter - Entry 16
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To Spiti Mas
Writing Challenge - entry 16
So, I missed a day of writing yesterday. It is right at this half-way mark that it has become difficult keeping up with it. On some days, this challenge feels more like a chore than anything else. Part of the point of it all is to exercise perseverance, of course, and although I missed a day the challenge continues and so do my entries.
Thanks to global warming, spring is finally coming to Toronto in second half of May. The tide of cold started some good seven months ago. Snow came a little bit later. I had great ambitions going into the great Canadian winter. Being in Canada for the winter for the first time in years I had grand plans of making the best of it. I haven't gone snowboarding in a year or two and planned to go on a few sloped adventures - some with family, some with friends. I also fantasized about renting a secluded cabin with a fireplace in the woods somewhere and spending a weekend there. Winters are also great time to go out for a slippery drive, take a hike with a cocktail flask of amaretto and tea, or just roam the city in search of roasted chestnuts and mulled wine.
The sad reality of winter is that is completely saps one's interest in anything. Absence of sunshine and vitamin D combined with mayhem of mud, snow, salt, ice, flu, cough, strong northern winds and extreme cold, are enough to make anyone not want to leave the comfort of their warm and happy home. I completely understand the hibernating species. It's miserable out there and everyone is sick. Things are different once you manage to escape the hordes of shoppers, salt trucks, and general depression and anger of city dwellers. If you dress well and get far enough from the cities, winter in nature is a very beautiful thing. My only escape this winter was to Nepal to ride motorcycles in the foothills of the Himalayas and I completely missed the beauties of winter in Canada.
Once the lunacy of the Christmas and other winter holidays designed to drain your wallet subsides, most people start looking forward to spring. But spring is still months away! By mid-Feb, I was thoroughly longing for my motorbike. By St. Paddy's, drinking just wont do - we want spring! By April, most of the snow had melted from the city but it was still winter-cold. I got my bike out on the road and was riding at the edge of hypothermia. By the time hippie Christians start hiding colored eggs that come from a purple bunny, I have seen every movie on netflix & co., most great shows, read every book in my collection and still getting notices from local authorities that most trails are still frozen.
It wasn't until few days ago that I received news that trails would be opening any day now. Trees are starting to look alive and temperatures are finally reaching daytime highs which suggest that I may be alright if I left my scarf at home. It seems that spring is finally here, although it has taken far too long to get here. And that right there is a good enough of a reason for me to skip a day of writing and go for a ride. (even though that isn't why I haven't written yesterday)
To Spiti Mas
Writing Challenge - entry 16
So, I missed a day of writing yesterday. It is right at this half-way mark that it has become difficult keeping up with it. On some days, this challenge feels more like a chore than anything else. Part of the point of it all is to exercise perseverance, of course, and although I missed a day the challenge continues and so do my entries.
Thanks to global warming, spring is finally coming to Toronto in second half of May. The tide of cold started some good seven months ago. Snow came a little bit later. I had great ambitions going into the great Canadian winter. Being in Canada for the winter for the first time in years I had grand plans of making the best of it. I haven't gone snowboarding in a year or two and planned to go on a few sloped adventures - some with family, some with friends. I also fantasized about renting a secluded cabin with a fireplace in the woods somewhere and spending a weekend there. Winters are also great time to go out for a slippery drive, take a hike with a cocktail flask of amaretto and tea, or just roam the city in search of roasted chestnuts and mulled wine.
The sad reality of winter is that is completely saps one's interest in anything. Absence of sunshine and vitamin D combined with mayhem of mud, snow, salt, ice, flu, cough, strong northern winds and extreme cold, are enough to make anyone not want to leave the comfort of their warm and happy home. I completely understand the hibernating species. It's miserable out there and everyone is sick. Things are different once you manage to escape the hordes of shoppers, salt trucks, and general depression and anger of city dwellers. If you dress well and get far enough from the cities, winter in nature is a very beautiful thing. My only escape this winter was to Nepal to ride motorcycles in the foothills of the Himalayas and I completely missed the beauties of winter in Canada.
Once the lunacy of the Christmas and other winter holidays designed to drain your wallet subsides, most people start looking forward to spring. But spring is still months away! By mid-Feb, I was thoroughly longing for my motorbike. By St. Paddy's, drinking just wont do - we want spring! By April, most of the snow had melted from the city but it was still winter-cold. I got my bike out on the road and was riding at the edge of hypothermia. By the time hippie Christians start hiding colored eggs that come from a purple bunny, I have seen every movie on netflix & co., most great shows, read every book in my collection and still getting notices from local authorities that most trails are still frozen.
It wasn't until few days ago that I received news that trails would be opening any day now. Trees are starting to look alive and temperatures are finally reaching daytime highs which suggest that I may be alright if I left my scarf at home. It seems that spring is finally here, although it has taken far too long to get here. And that right there is a good enough of a reason for me to skip a day of writing and go for a ride. (even though that isn't why I haven't written yesterday)
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