Sometimes a North American winter can be rough. The last few years have brought big storms… the type that completely cover backyard doors in snow and leave people without power for nearly a week around the holidays as ice-covered trees fall on power lines.
But these storms can also lead to some breathtaking scenery, and when London hadn’t shown me sun in months I was ready to head to Toronto because the thought of vitamin D outweighed even the kind of wind that makes your face hurt just for standing in it for a few seconds.
Temperatures were mild though, and I spent the week reminiscing with friends about high school snow ball fights and what it’s like to witness the first time someone experiences snow. I went up into the wilderness of northern Ontario and remembered that no matter how much I dream of beaches and warm weather, I really do love me some winter.