It's happening outside. It's actually snowing. Which is something that I have really been dreading. Something happened inside me when I was in Montreal. The endless cascades of snow got me so winter depressed that I think I have developed an allergy towards it. I feel it hasn't been nearly enough time since that last snow shower in late April, and I'm not ready for it yet. Why can't it just be cold and beautiful without snow? Man oh man.
A year ago I lived in Århus where this was the very cute view from my window. One point to snow, actually.
Montreal in -20.
My street when it was actually looking kind of managable. Somehow I didn't photograph the worse times. Maybe because I was fighting for my life in the snow masses.
It was like this the four out of five months I was over there.