Call me sick. Call me twisted. Call me a Canadian.
I love winter. I love the way it muffles the tire sound on streets. I love the way it turns a grimey fall into a pristine white canvas. I love the way it scares the crap out of people when you say “-40 before the wind chill.” I love the sense of how inconsequential we are that the weather puts in us. I love the way people bundle up in 27 layers to go to and from work, and when at work they strip darn near all of it off. It’s like going to the peelers without the skin exposure.
Most of all I love snowmen. Call me sick. Call me twisted. Call me the Igloo Coder.