A few hours ago, I was downward dogging in my usual Saturday yoga class at the Y, when heavy snow began to fall outside the wall of windows. The room felt small and cosy as we stretched and strained, while outside grew light and impenetrable, and the buildings started to vanish. Toronto was beautiful by the time I got out – like Christmas, everything white and muffled, silent and still.
Oh my; on this gloomy Sunday, my heart is light. I woke to a friend’s email congratulating me on the