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?
Military Monday: The Light of Liberation Torch
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The Commonwealth War Graves Commission is organizing events at key sites in
the UK and Normandy as part of the Lighting Their Legacy leading up to the
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