This was the scene outside Leeward Press HQ in Toronto this evening as commuters fought their way home. Today, the city was walloped by everyone's favourite winter storm event -- the thunderblizzard.
You know it: booming thunder, flashing lightning, shrieking winds, and face-scorching ice pellets. It's a rarity in these parts, but oh, so dramatic.
And when it's all over ... silence. Except, of course, for the scraping of cheap plastic shovels against the sidewalk and the soft cursing of my Portuguese neighbours as they chisel the ice off their car windows.
It's good to be home.