Sniffing snow...

Not the blow kind. (Y'know, drugs? Have strict policy of no chemically manufactured substances of that nature. Makes life likely less dull, but also less poor and less inclined to give $5 blowjobs in Parkdale -- though would likely be able to pay off student loan much more quickly.)

The cold wet kind that falls from the sky in winter.

Was enjoying my walk and the snow began falling more heavily in big, lazy clumps. One particularly insidious group formed a large mass... and went right up my nose.

Bless winter. Truly. Without it, we'd never know how much we truly love spring, summer and fall.