As most Canadians do, I definitely have some incredible
winter memories. There’s just something so intoxicatingly calm about a fresh
snowfall in the early days of winter that encourages great memories. However,
one of the best is actually one of the most recent. It was only a little while
ago that my friend from British Columbia was visiting town, and it felt like it
had been forever since we had last seen each other. We had planned out our day
three weeks in advance. Everything
was just going to be amazing. Unfortunately, it had to be postponed for a
couple weeks, meaning that it ended up in the beginning of Calgary winter.
Snow. Everywhere. I thought for sure that our plan was going to be ruined. From
when we met up, it was definitely looking that way. It was taking forever to
get anywhere, so I just decided to make something up on the spot, and we got
off the bus and walked to my favorite little café and we just talked for a
while. Afterwards, we walked to a record store where I bought a fantastic
album, which I’m listening to as I write this. I just think it’s amazing how the best memories can come from
where they are least expected.
