It was cold last night when we were out walking, to our weekly lesson en francais, and the air felt like snow, that heavy dampness kind of thing, as though the clouds were falling to earth.
Through the night it did snow and by morning, the skies had mostly cleared and the first snow of the season remained.
And remain it did through the entire day. There wasn't much, only a few centimetres. The streets were clear of course, but through the parks the white crust stuck, especially in the shade.
The birds were active at our bird feeder, which they are every day, but there was something slightly more frantic in their behaviour today.
This afternoon we went walking again, through the nearby park. The snow was more than a dusting, but only barely.
The shadows of the late afternoon revealed their own hues of blue and purple, reflecting the snow, and everything else.
It's only minus six, yet it feels rigid, though nothing like our memories of the first snow in the Yukon two years ago. That snow happened early in October, and unlike Vancouver, once the snow starts in Dawson, it doesn't disappear until spring.
Our first snow of the season will soon be washed away and we will await the next snow day.
Photos by Jim Murray. Copyright 2014.