Sometimes, when it's really cold and the snow hasn't come yet, the streets look grey and white with strain. I hadn't noticed this particular effect before -- the web of cracks spreading out from a man-hole cover like a doily dropped in the middle of the suffering road.
I stopped and fumbled my mittens off my hands to take the picture. It was -16 Celsius with a -24 windchill, chilly enough to give me that toothpick sensation in my nostrils, but not nearly as bitter as Ottawa can get.
If I'm not careful, my hands will look something like this road by February, and chunks of skin will peel away.
You think I'm exaggerating, don't you?
Great Expectations
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I know we all love wedding wrecks with a schadenfreude-filled passion, but
when it comes to what-they-wanted vs. what-they-got wrecks, believe me,*
it's ...
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