Here's what was going through my mind on my first day experiencing living in a snowy place.
Michael shovels the path and the porch and sprinkles it all with grit. Everything is slushy from the rain mixing with the snow. I imagine this is what it's like in spring when the temperatures start peeping up above zero and the snow starts melting into slush.
On the bus it sounds like we're driving through one long endless puddle. I thought we'd go fairly slowly but it's business as usual for the bus driver. I guess they've got at least another four to five months of this. The cars on the road don't slow down either, but I'm somehow less surprised about this. It seems you can rely on Montreal drivers to remain crazy even in increasingly dangerous road conditions.
I'd heard that public transport after a snowstorm can be horrendous with everyone trying to avoid the messy roads. But apart from a more packed bus than usual, it hasn't been too bad. I am a bit later than usual due to the three of us standing in wonder for a few minutes at the front door before I left!
I get off the bus at my stop and continue the joy of jumping puddles. It's tricky. I see people taking a second to judge the best path through the slush and deceptively deep puddles. I do the same. The only time I've done this sort of thing before is in ski boots at the snow. You can walk on anything without fear with those boots. But I've never had to negotiate icy slushy puddles in work clothes before. It's an experience.
I make it to work with time to spare for exchanging commuting tales with my colleagues before we all go to class. I think I'm going to like living my daily life in the snow...for a while!