SeanFromCanada's Blog

I’m looking at the temperature, and there’s an internal giggle as it drops.  I’m impressed with how cold it can actually be, here.  This Canada we know and love.

I’m holding so many memories, of conversations foreign and abroad.  I’m always asked about Canadian cold and these are the days I describe.  It’s this cold that makes my stories, Canadian.

I rush onto the LRT, frozen and gritting my teeth.  My neighbor nods a knowing acknowledgement, yes, it’s fucking cold.  We are connected in this truth.

Neighbors.  Calgarians.  Canadians….this is the cold that connects us.