Swimsuits and Snow in September

To me, its humorous to see a day where it snows from start to finish in the middle of September. It feels so out of the ordinary. I remember as a child, I would walk home from school in September. After a long day, I would drag myself home in the heat, my school bag sticking to my back. I remember having no energy left, wishing for a five minute snowfall or a rain storm to cool the City down.

The other day, it snowed from the beginning of the day to the very end. I stood in the window at work watching the big white flakes, thinking to myself, as I always do, that they are such a beautiful gift. Then I would laugh. Snow in September. This is remarkable to me. I love how different my world here is from my world down South.

I wanted to indulge in the humour that I found in the day by bringing my worlds together. I got home from work and dug out my swim suit. I slipped into my winter boots, and mitts. I put my ear muffs on and I danced in the snow.

I showed up with Katie at the apartments on the plateau and we dragged our friends into the fun too. Welcome to September in the North and snow angel fun in bathing suits.

I may be crazy, and my cold may have gotten a little worse but I will never regret anything that makes me smile.

Walking in with the Tide

Next to the Bay of Fundy, Iqaluit has the most dramatic tidal changes in the world. I had always wanted to walk through the muck that is the sea bed at low tide. So I put on my rain boots and grabbed Robert, who I dragged into the muck with me.

 It was a beautiful sunny day and I know that we have to embrace them when they come around. Soon the winter will be here and we'll miss the warmth of the sun on our faces.

 We climbed on rocks that are completely covered in water at high tide. We would walk with the tide, find a rock to sit on and wait for the water to catch up to us, then hop down and find another rock closer inland. The water seemed to move so slowly, but as we got lost in conversation it would creep up on us and in the blink of an eye we would be surrounded. I was prepared for this, rain boots and all. Robert however, decided to wear running shoes and assured me he wouldn't have to take them off. I got a good laugh when we realized we were surrounded by at least thirty feet of water in each direction. He had to take the shoes off and walk barefoot in the freezing water while I walked through with ease, dry until the end.

I couldn't be more thankful for gorgeous days in Iqaluit.