How poetic: I awake the morn’ of December 1st with a child-like grin as I notice that my grass and concrete world is bereft of colour. Uniqueness is found only through shape due to the plump and sparse lattices of ice crystals falling from the Montreal sky.

How typical: my curse of anti-snow returns and it is all but slush by the end of the day with tell-tale www.theweathernetwork.com telling of a warming trend over the week to come.

Man I love snow, but I just can’t get any!