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iced windows
cold draft, I shiverand firm up my willsunrise view obscuredthrough ice on the sill sub-thirty degreesbeyond two glass panesbreach fortress of warmthamid frosted plains one finger to glassturns frost into tearsreleasing brief drops from chill winters fears raw radiant chill bracing, brisk and boldI draw shut the blindsand hide from the cold – bardo It
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How should you dress to run in winter?
The saying goes, there’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad wardrobe choices. Yet, as I prepare to post these words on this Sunday Runday it is -34 degrees Celsius on the other side of my front door and this morning I’m leaning on the fallacy of that statement: that’s actually pretty bad weather.
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Snowshoes on a Frozen Suburban Creek
After a bitterly cold week the sun broke through the chill for a few hours on a recent Saturday afternoon. I met with some friends to explore a local creek, frozen and snowy, on a pair of trusty snowshoes. Adventure journal. I live in a winter city. It is cold, bitterly cold, freeze your cheeks
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My Winter Runs Need to Get a Grip
Sunday Run Day and for the first time in two months I took part in a group run with a small cohort of friends. Our locality has been on pandemic-related lockdown since late November, and all my runs have been solo. But COVID-related hospitalizations have been down. New case numbers have been declining. And the
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Apricity
One of my favourite winter words is apricity. a-PRIS-uh-tee Simply, it means the warmth of the sun in the winter. It is a poetic word, in a way. The word apricity has an ineffable quality in that it is difficult to articulate what it means to someone who has never gone for a long winter