Lately, Ottawa has seen a bit of my favourite kind of snow: the sort where the flakes are large, slow to fall, and capable of being pushed and spun around by the wind. It is especially pretty to watch from inside a high tower, since the different air currents outside give the impression that as much of it is floating upwards as is falling down.
Despite the lengthening days, the good people of Ottawa still have a few more months in which to sample the many kinds of snow available, as well as the various winds that contribute to the mood of a snowstorm.
I am glad you enjoy some of the aesthetic qualities that a winter city has to offer.
Ottawa isn’t so much a ‘winter’ city as a city of extremes – both hotter and colder than anywhere else I have lived for any length of time.