Hahaha! A couple of neighbours were standing outside, their eyes wide and smiling, reaching out their hands to catch the falling snow. They shyly admitted it was their first one. I took their picture so they could send proof “back home”.

When I first got to Canada, 44 years ago, I had no sense of snow. The story goes that I saw it through the window and ran outside in my footie pyjamas. Then I started to cry and ran back in.

My relationship with snow remains on the verge of tears but it’s heart-warming to see some new Canadians enjoying it for the first time.

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