it seems like merely days ago i was marveling at the first layer of powdery whiteness covering my front steps. three months and two lost tuques later, i'm looking out the window at what may well be our last encounter with snow for a great couple of months... and our city will go back to looking dirty again.

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someone threw a half-eaten poutine dish in a snow bank earlier in the winter. i remember seeing it, like an impromptu meal discarded for pinguins, otters or polar bears, precariously balanced atop a small iceberg. "brilliant! i thought, i have to take a picture." a new layer of snow quickly covered it and i forgot all about it, until last week when the last little icebergs quickly collapsed into puddles and the thawed poutine was still there for everyone to see.

the scary part: it still looked just about the same as when you order a freshly made poutine.

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the apartment buildings on my street look like little gingerbread houses with icing on top.