Traipsing through snow from St Henri to NDG

High step, One Two, cuz the sidewalks haven't been plowed yet. Although, they are in the midst of being plowed - we narrowly avoid being sandwiched between two plows hiking around that corner where Ste. Catherine's becomes Claremont. Our boots only go up to below our knees, so any snowbank beyond that is unmanageable - that means we've got to walk in the street. A perilous feat at this hour.

The street... the street that is empty, save only for the snow plows, those drastardly snow plows that are trying to run us over. It wouldn't be nearly as stressful, walking home at 2am, if there wasn't such a need for "cleared streets". Because if no one had to be anywhere, to GET anywhere, then there'd be no point in clearing the streets on a Friday night, and we'd be able to walk home though the gorgeous snow, in prefect peace and tranquility.

But no, the motors of the cabs, and plows, and buses, and cars that INSIST on cutting up our winterscape whiz by us on every side, making us paranoid and forcing us to look over our shoulder at every moan and groan.

And if it was all empty, would we even be walking this way?

What do we know? We're blitzed.

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