You know that saying, “When hell freezes over”? People should stop saying it. Hell is probably freezing to begin with. Much like Calgary.

Calgary is the kind of cold that makes you forget you were ever warm. It’s the kind of cold that burns cities, as evidenced by the steam that seems to rise off of everything and everyone. It freezes your nose past the point of pain, it requires you look when you wiggle your toes to make sure they’re actually moving. This is the cold that crawls down your throat so that every inhale becomes a choke. It creeps all the way down until you feel it in every breath, every step, every beat.

Until you can’t feel it anymore. All at once, it’s both there and gone, along with your worries. You reach a point of peace. Complete contentment. It’s beautiful. And that’s when you know you need to get warm, because that’s when you’re about to die.


  1. […] I’ve talked about this in past posts (this one comes to mind) but as per tradition, my mom’s family has a party every night from December 23rd to January 1st, so we were partying again on Boxing Day at my Godmother’s house (also my aunt) and I received a Swell water bottle from my godmother aunt, and my other aunt who I’m close with got me a Prada perfume and shower gel set and a toque (which has already come in handy with this cold snap going on. The weather reminds me of this.) […]


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