I got all my clothes on and put a hand warmer in my pocket and ventured outside into what would be an unknown to me. This was my first time seeing snow as an adult. Snow was falling from the sky and some flakes landed on my eye glass lenses. I took my grey water resistant bookbag off and grabbed my umbrella. Ok, now I will stay drier and be able to see clearer. I decided to walk up Avenue du Parc and make my way to Mont Royal. It was still dark outside. The snow was like a rain shower. It was coming down faster and it was all around me dancing in the air. I put my tongue out to try to catch a few flakes. I felt happy and young.
As I started the uphill climb to the base of Mont Royal off of Avenue du Parc, I questioned myself. Was this really a good idea? It is cold. I am getting cold and frozen stuff is falling from the sky and I don't have a valid metro pass so I cannot jump on the bus for a warm safe ride back. I kept walking. I pulled my fleece scarf with the fringed edges over my face and mouth. All anyone could see of my face would be my eyes and glasses. Just then, my lenses fogged up. Okay I'm getting to see there is an art to this snow thing and I am on the learning curve. I finally reached the sculpture at the base of Mont Royal. I took several pictures of it this summer, now I will have fall pictures. I liked that I chose this location because it was early and people were not yet visiting this area and there were no footprints in the snow. I took out my camera and my cellphone and snapped a few pictures. I was really cold and hungry to, the bread was still sitting in the toaster.
I went back to the hotel to warm up and eat breakfast. After an hour, I looked out the window and realized it was still snowing. That was it. I decided I was going to spend the whole day outside. I walked around Montreal aimlessly, turning down streets I had not ventured onto before. It was a cold 31 F and I was loving the opportunity to have this experience.
Old Port, Montreal in the Afternoon