|My house in winter: a source of inspiration.|
But with global warming, I am losing one of my favourite and most evocative sources of inspiration.
When I was a child, riding in the family car across the prairies in January, the snow covering the prairies would be polished by the wind and shining golden in the slanting winter sunlight.
Today, as I rode along the Ottawa River, the world was gray: lead-coloured sky, soft gray ice on the river, soggy gray slush on the fields, dark gray slush along the sides of the gray roads, gray, leafless trees ...
Winter has no majesty anymore. It’s warm, only minus 4 degree Celsius. (That’s 25 degrees Fahrenheit for US readers.) A couple of days ago, the temperature in Ottawa reached plus 10 degrees (50 Fahrenheit)!
I remember snow squeaking and crunching as I walked outdoors. Now, it slushes and splashes.
Ottawa has a reputation as a winter city; in the American imagination, Canada is home to winter, source of cold winds that freeze the US from December to March.
It’s just not true anymore.
We have lost winterI know there are some people who think that would be great. The people who moan about every snowfall, who pray for early spring, who prefer January rain to February snow.
But I love winter, and I know I’m not alone. I love the feeling of cold air on my face, the blue that only comes to a cold winter sky. I love winter sports, too: skiing downhill or cross-country, skating on an outdoor rink or frozen river or canal, tobogganing under a starry sky.
|There is no blue like a clear winter sky.|