Snow Stroke

It does seem a tad whiney to complain about 30 cm of snow when Ottawa got 52 cm. I'm never sure if I should say, "storm be damned" or "I give in", but as of yesterday, I have entirely run out of witty things to say about the weather. This latest blanketing of snow has bullied me into a state of numbness where I stumble through the streets doing my best to cope while falling down or walking into things – like sun stroke but with snow.

Perhaps I've been weakened by my time in Toronto, or maybe it's an age thing, but whatever it is, this year I've completely lost my sense of snow. For years, there have been false claims that the Inuit had 17 words for snow (place whatever number you like in that estimate), but right now, I only have one word for it, and that word has four letters.