Winter in Montreal
Sometimes I wonder how I ever survived seven winters in Montreal, where the snow starts in October and lasts until early May. Ice crusted over huge snowdrifts, sleet like needles shot down, slush overflowed the streets, and the city‘s inhabitants became almost unrecognizable in their winter gear, like a band of lost explorers. Howling winds from somewhere far up north, possibly the polar ice cap, brought the temperature down to zero or below for days on end. Far northern locations with names like Tundra and the Yukon were responsible, and I marveled that these vicious winds could still pack a wallop after traveling over the vast and mostly uninhabited terrain that made up 80% of Canada. The air was often too cold to breathe directly and one had to cover one’s face with a scarf. Denizens of Montreal hunkered down like a herd of buffalo or disappeared underground in their bunkers as the seemingly endless storms battered against the city. For most Montrealers, winter is a time of hibernation and the lucky ones could ride an elevator from their apartments to the metro which would whisk them to work and shopping and back home again with narry a blast of frigid air. But the season had its charms as well as its challenges: cross country skiing on the boulevards, skating rinks in every neighborhood, some permanent, some improvised, and, most of all, the camaraderie of people on the street or in the cafes and restaurants, especially when the forecast called for yet another blizzard and the hardy human spirit drank and ate in defiance of nature’s latest attempt to put a damper on the joie de vivre. Winter in Montreal taught me the strength of my own spirit and the need to face hardship with a smile, a shrug, and a song. Yes, we will endure, and there will be a spring time when the winds will turn to breezes that carry the fragrance of flowers.
Causes Anthony Maulucci Supports
Greenpeace, Amnesty Inernational, American Cancer Society, Red Cross, Save the Children