Snow is always filled with memories of my childhood in Quebec. Every day we played in the snow, built snow men, made snow angels, and fed the birds. I just loved looking at the frost on the window panes and imagining they were maps to far away places. Later in life, my mother lived in the country and had asked a friend to build her what was a totally useless little bridge across a very shallow depression in her garden, and it just had to be painted red. I loved the bridge in summer and loved the bridge in winter.

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