The big dark...

Not even Hallowe'en and there's a winter storm warning for all of us here in Ottawa.

There's a certain part of winter I don't mind. That time around Christmas when snow is almost quaint and you've almost missed having it. But the snow we have right now isn't big and bright and fluffy and floating down in giant clumps. That child-beating bastard, Bing Crosby isn't singing his joyous duet with David Bowie just yet.

Looking outside, this snow is like shards of glass.

On my side of the street it's blowing west. On the other side it's headed east, as if this snow is important enough to warrant its own traffic system.

This is February snow and I hate it. Goes with the solid summer of rain and last year's record snowfall.

What is that thing called? It's like hibernation for humans. Oh yeah. Coma.

Sign me up.