It was a really nice day. It was a beautifully crisp, snowy and breathtakingly clear winter days when your breath comes out like plumes of smoke. We rode for an hour on highway to Orillia, where Leonna(Dave's friend) lives, before heading to Midland. Snowshoeing through marshes strewn with ice and wounding our way through leafless trees, I encountered the stillness of Canada's wilderness. Winter takes away hurry out of a place. There're no crowds, no rush, no noise. Speaking breaks the silence. The surrounding silence is so loud it is audible. Its very nature slows things down; its blanket of snow subdues momentum, seduces urgency. There's space. And our occasional laughter filled the air with vibrancy.

I took pictures, knowing that none would capture this moment, or tingling feeling.

Winter in Canada is not just serene, it's amazingly welcoming and gorgeous.

It's hard to resist not falling in love with it.


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