Also on these boards
I didn't see it snow in Montreal but having seen this photo I wish I did. I've only witnessed the 'dead season'. Both times. Strolling through white powder would've made the extreme cold just that little bit more bareable.
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment whiteöthen melts for ever. -Burns, Robert