I knew it was cold as soon as I left home this morning, even before I checked to see the temperature: minus 19 degrees celsius, minus 29 with windchill. And how did I know how cold it was after only a few steps? It was the sound of the snow underfoot. The snow squeaked. And when it squeaks, you know it is cold! I once heard that in the days of the old radio shows, the sound of footsteps in the snow was created by pressing down on corn starch.
Minus 19 Celcius!!! I had to recheck that I saw that correctly! Hate to tell you this, but it is a balmy PLUS 8 today and cloudy in beautiful Vancouver. But I do miss that sound of the crunch crunch under my feet when I remember those cold days in Montreal, Halifax, and Ottawa.
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