March 16th, 2022
Greetings dear reader, from the blank canvas that is a white Winnipeg winter.
Snow is falling gently as I write this; a soft quietude floating down from the sky that has the power to settle even a city. I sip a cup of bright green tea as I stare out the window into a monochromatic world. For a moment I forget about the horns blasting Trump-isms a stone’s throw away from my home. For now, the snow covers up the sins of the world. But, spring is coming.
