A picture of the city can only tell so many words. A snowy
January day in Winnipeg must be
FELT. Willing or not, that cold prarie air will enter into every nook and
cranny your protective clothing provides. Mother nature will lick you with her
tongue. And you’ll shiver with the expectation. There’s still so much more to go.
There is still so
much more to go. We all think as we stay bowed and huddled against the
attacking environment. Our hot breath and active minds form trails of heat
across the frozen landscape. Downtown Winnipeg
is crowded by people with lots to say. And together we watch those statements
rise into the sky. We watch those statements disappear into a larger cloud that
is the voice of the city.
Everyone is trying to be as small and as large as they can
be on this day. We rush from warmth to warmth. Scared of what the world could
be without an embrace. This winter can be a long time. It can be a long time
spent over a cold meal and regrets. So as we rush from place to place, warmth
to warmth. We bump shoulders and politely step out of each others way. We stop
short on our path to allow others to pass by. There’s only so much room on the
sidewalk so we must cooperate and connect.
The cold will push us from behind. Powers at play will
attempt to isolate us. But no matter where in the city we are from, whether it
is tuxedo or the north end, nobody can escape the ferocity that is mother
natures grip on the city.
-Dev
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