Snow

I was born in the blizzard of 1986 which may partially explain my love for a thick white coat on the sidewalk. As a kid I would yearn for half-days which meant that I'd be able to unlock the garage at noon, grab my bent red sled from underneath the clutter, and bolt over to "The Hill" just off of Holme Ave. Now, at a much older age, I still bare the same desire to be out embracing the elements. Except now my sled doesn't cost $20 it's more or less $500. Oh well...too bad Canada is still three weeks away. Anyone have a time machine?


Photo by: Speedtrials