The arrival of winter in Vancouver is signalled by our first snowfall. The city is transformed by a layer of greyish, slushy snow that threatens to turn into rain without warning.
As I trudged home today, I passed the neighbour’s kid playing in the front yard. He heaved a beachball-sized snowball onto his shoulders, and I heard him chortle quietly, “Hehehe. Dynamite.”
Ah, for the carefree winters of childhood, when playtime meant plotting to use explosives on friends, family, neighbours.