Search
  • Clarke Wallace

WINTER DAZE

Winter. A change from what goes on the rest of the year. It’s cold. Bring out your winter woollies, or whatever keeps you warm. If you remember where you put them. I never put them away together, or in the same place.


Winter brings a freshness that can be too much. Temps of minus 10 above – or is it below? – takes getting used to. I sober up thinking about where my wife Rosanne lived, an eight-hour drive north in Timmins, Ontario where temperatures often reaches minus 40 degrees.

There is nothing as beautiful as waking up at home to a clear blue sky; to a bright sun poking above the trees. All this complimented by few inches (or centimeters) of the fresh snow having arrived during the night.


I remember wandering outside as a kid making snowballs to throw at anything that moved, at anything that didn’t. Like the small pine tree near the house. That the snow didn’t pack well being too soft and fluffy, didn’t matter. It was snow that hung around happily for months.

Author’s comment: Looking outside this morning, fresh snow had arrived overnight. It spreads out from our doorstep, meanders down a hill to disappear and climbs up the far hill and beyond.


6 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

I’ve been asked on numerous occasions how to write a book or screenplay. I’ve answered it several times here and my response is the same: Sit down and do it. Let’s take working on a manuscript for a b

I’m lucky enough to have floor-to-ceiling double doors in my home office. I look out on a small forest of trees. Just beyond the deck. Bluebirds, robins,

There was this little ant crawling across the living room on the oak floor. It seemed to be minding its own business when I gently brought a finger close yet not touching it. He/she, whatever, knew so