Just about everybody has remarked on Environment Canada’s prediction that this winter is going to be the harshest in 15 years. Not wanting to disappoint, Nature made the first day of December feel like winter in Halifax, with mid-afternoon temperatures around -7C and a wind chill of -18C. On top of that, there were snowqualls throughout the afternoon and early evening, which covered the streets with a thin layer of fine snow that turned them into virtual ice rinks. And as Tornwordo has been reporting, the last two weeks in Montréal have been resolutely wintry. So there’s no escaping it and there can be no denying: a good old-fashinoned winter has arrived in Canada.
As explained in the article above to which I’ve linked, we have La Niña to thank for that — the phenomenon of colder than usual water in the Pacific that could lead to Mexico City seeing a dusting of snow for the first time in 40 years. But as I was running errands with the Queen of Sheba yesterday, the reminder of what a Canadian winter feels like hit me like a ton of bricks. And thinking of El Poema’s extreme aversion to the cold, I couldn’t help exclaim as we were driving along Cunard Street, “Oh my, what I am proposing to do to the poor guy!”
Fortunately for me, as commences the coldest winter in some 15 years, I will, for the first time in my life, be spending Christmas in a place where the average nighttime low is 20C. But then, of course, I’ll have to come back and face the rest of the unpleasant weather. That’s just life, but what seems wrong is that I would leave the cold behind like a shot if I could. But I guess part of being a grown up is accepting that you can’t always have your cake and eat it, too.