I must admit, I'd bought into the semi-legit "common knowledge" that Torontonians are less than savvy when it comes to judging what is a harsh snow storm by Canadian standards. Having already had an anti-climax or two, I didn't take the warning for tonight seriously.
Did I get hoisted by my own petard? Something like that! The important thing is that I just damn near cracked my coccyx by slipping on fresh, smooth smooth ice. While lying on my fractured ass, I looked up at a great scene of snowfall coming down into a Kensington market alleyway. I pulled out my camera and was promptly told the battery was out.
Okay world, ya got me! Pictures tomorrow. Standing erect without fear of reprisal tomorrow.
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Yeah, I think I heard something about Torontonians being poor judges of weathers.
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