Even rarer than sunny days in winter here, are below zero celcius days of dry cold snow. Sunday night I came out of the Ukrainian hall (after enjoying a colourful dance performance) in Strathcona, an old area of Vancouver, and it felt like I was walking into a different world. By then it was dark, the streets were pretty much empty, and there was a different feel in the air from the snow on the ground and the unusual cold. With the old row houses dating back to the turn of the last century, I could have been stepping back in time to Dickens’ world….Couldn’t resist going for a walk….
breaths puff in crisp air
Christmas lights reflect on snow
stillness holds the street