Deep and Crisp and Even

I walked to the Nature House yesterday. Outside it was deep, it was crisp, it was even. Ok, not so terribly deep, but where it was deepish I was better off. The law here for some outlandish reason obliges householders to try to ensure that other residents break their necks. Thus, where people, bizarrely for once observing the law, had gone out and cleared the snow from their paths or the pavement in front of their house, as the temperature had frozen everything overnight, so these clear patches had turned into neck-breakers.

I slowly made my way down Five Road, a main road. Things were better here, constant traffic had turned the snow to slush and the verges hadn't been touched.
Looking down from the bridge that crossed the highway, I could see a man with a professional camera setup filming. Further along was a bus, simply abandoned on the central reservation and further still, an articulated lorry overturned. Three police cars with their lights going were attending.

I reached the corner where Westminster Highway intersects with Five Road - a short walk from the Nature Park, and the road was blocked by a barrier and another police car. I ignored it and carried on towards the park, only to have an RCMP officer shout at me and run across the road to stop me. She asked me where I was going, I told her, I told her I worked there. She told me there had been an 'incident' at Shell road and I was not to walk down that far. I pointed to the Nature House, virtually behind me. She smiled and touched my arm and apologised.

When I arrived, Lori and Kris told me that a car with bullet holes had been found abandoned and later in the day, we found out that a man's body had been discovered. Weird, so near to home.

In the Nature House we took down the Christmas trees and other decs. Sometime towards the end of the month the Fire Brigade will come and take down the lights and cutout gingerbread people and such like on the boardwalk.

In the morning, my cousin had phoned me from Ontario.
'We have no snow here,' she said, 'it's scary.'

The sky looks heavy again, it'll either rain and wash away the snow or it'll deposit more snow.
I think I'll go for a walk.