It’s official. Winter has taken control of northwestern Ontario. The streets of Marathon were a festive scene last night as the snow fell heavily, blanketing the streets and burying summer’s sins. Watching the flakes swirl lazily under the orange glow of the streetlights, I was struck by the beauty of the storm. There’s something uniquely Canadian about the dull quietude brought forth by a blizzard. It’s as if mother nature is forcing mankind to step back from the craziness of everyday living and enjoy the greatness of our environment. Even the echoes are stopped in their tracks. There is no better time for reflection and simplicity than in the middle of a snow storm.
