Sometimes, just sometimes, winter is magical

Most of the time, winter in the city looks like this:

That was the start of our big melt, mid-past week. A slushy, icy mess that makes walking a dangerous challenge.

And winter looks like this (we got walloped Friday night and Saturday morning, with at least a foot of snow):

 The cars below are dwarfed by the snowbanks!

But sometimes, just sometimes, winter is magical and looks like this (click to enlarge):

 The poles (?) below look like iced-over ducks to me!

I had errands in the west end this morning, and though it was minus 23C and I whined (to myself) about it, I forced myself to go out. I bused to the nearest Starbucks for a chai latté, then took my time and walked the rest of the way to the big box store complex, detouring via my favourite little park. So, so worth it. The paths weren't plowed, but a few others had tramped through the snow before me, so I just followed in their footsteps, seeing lots of critter tracks, especially rabbit. (Lots of rabbit poop too, under the trees.) No one but the critters had actually ventured down to the creek, though, so I cut my own path there.  :-)

I love this little oasis, the sound of flowing water feeds my soul in ways I can't even articulate. And today, with everything snow and ice-covered, it truly was magical.

I hope you've found something magical this weekend too!

Peace.

P.S. I uploaded a 30-second video of the creek to my  Google Drive, if anyone is able to/wants to access (not sure if it will play properly, though): 

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1w4bkxjWMOCk3TwM6NBIejuOW8r2xKqfF