Again the winter surprise. I went back up in this journal to find out when this false surprise happened last year. It is here, told on November 21, 2016. The only surprise we can have is that the cold arrived a week earlier this year. In my gonads, it doesn't snow until the Montreal Book Fair.
I have resumed my walking journey to work. The freezing rains did not cause too much damage to the sidewalks, especially since the municipal workers did their job on time. It's cold, it's still a little windy. Fortunately, since my journey is from north to south, the fresh air from the west is blocked by the strong barricade of the houses.
The wind is raw this morning. It has snowed a thin layer, but the sky is grey, the wind remains horizontal as if it would have liked to be a storm. Despite my winter clothes, my sheep hat, I'm cold, freezing.
It's always like that, winter comes roughly during the holidays. There will certainly be a thaw, but in the minds of many, this period marks the end of recreation. January and February we will give them a taste of their medicine, but it won't be any worse.