Life below freezing point

Its been 6 months since I came to Edmonton. Initial days were full of energy and starting of Fall was a blessing. Fallen leaves every where, cool breeze in the air made it look so easy. Couple of months down the line when the snow begins to shower it seemed all so magical.But soon the magic began to disappear when the cold tried to reach deep inside the jackets. The beautiful colors of Fall turned into white blankets of ice and every cool breeze added into the wind chill factor. Streets started to empty, the day became short, silence took over: its was like victory of the cold over human souls.

Then it finally came the coldest day on planet with -58 C (including the wind chill). I still remember walking down the street with my fists clenched inside my two layered gloves and praying just to catch the next bus to the university that was 25 min delayed. Now I just stand there calculating which option to choose from - shall I walk to the University or wait for the bus ? A breeze passes by and every bone in my body feels the chill and in an instant I start walking towards the university. Breathing heavy and my face freezing I walk carefully to not to slip on the ice. And soon I can feel the water vapor in my breath freezing and forming an icy layer on my mustache. It was the day I realized what true cold is!

Finally its spring and the temperature is back to early positive numbers. It feels so good to see the ice melt and see some leaves back on the trees. Seems like life is back in the town and people are coming out of their hibernation. And I can't wait to see how good the summer is going to be.