Well, isn’t this nice. Snow, in Victoria, end of Feb 2018. Ah well, such is the price we pay for being in paradise. I was downtown, doing rehearsal for my play. Getting home was a bit of a worry as I was not really sure the buses would be running.
As it turns out, the bus I needed was running, thou the route was a bit modified. A lovely 30 minute stroll down a freshly snowed road ensued
sipping coffee
snow crunching under my boots
as I Walk home
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