As a Vancouver resident I have an obligation to make a pilgrimage at least once each winter to some other location where I can affirm my Canadian citizenship (“We are winter!)
Now in mid-March, I thought that opportunity had been lost. But no! A business trip to Toronto works. After the meeting the parking lot was quiet with the non-sound of snow, except for the scrape-scrape-scrape as weary residents prepared for the commute home. For me it was an adventure (remember – “an inconvenience rightly considered”).
I trudged past the scrapers and got on the subway. Then a bus…
A walk along streets with some sidewalks cleared to the property line
And others not at all. See my Camino boot stepping into virgin territory…
Finally, accommodation is in sight and my hermano the hospitalero has shoveled.
Inside the view is cosy.
Seeing Clarely 
Hi Clare,
I grew up in New York, on Long Island actually, later I moved into the City. I now live in the desert and I miss the cold weather and the snow. Your pictures surely brought back memories. Absolutely beautiful, thank you for sharing them with us.
Arléné
Much to the disgust of my family in Toronto, who are fed up with winter, I find it a novelty!
Wait a minute! Some members of your family in Toronto are not fed up with winter. It was beautiful shovelling the snow last night, and this morning walking to work in the -17C sun I took multiple detours to kick up paths through virgin snow.
I enjoyed it too!