Being born in North America, I’ve lived all my life with the four seasons. They guide me and act like milestones of my evolution. And while I hear people express their hate of winter from the very beginning of autumn until the very end of spring, I cannot help but think that they should be grateful, because snow makes us who we are. I like how seasons play with us, particularly the little bratty Indian Summer. It’s the sunny season giving us a second chance. One last time, it calls us to action. ”Have you done all you wanted to do? Have you invited ALL your friends to BBQ? Have you taken the time to lay down on the grass? ‘Cause that’s now or never next year!” In my opinion, populations who know winters have this special relation with time. Coldness and snow remind us that we should not procrastinate, that now is the good time. Tomorrow everything might be different: lakes might be too cold to swim, snows might be too thin to ski. We better do it now. I felt this mentality during my road trip in Iceland. This tacit understanding between people of the North. A connexion I never […]
