When I woke up this morning, I knew that it had snowed.
I knew without looking out the window, without listening to the radio, without speaking with anyone.
My first clue was the distinctive odour of a 2-stroke.
The second clue was the "yee-ha" sound from the back porch.
The third clue was the distant rumble of a motor with a tiny bit of a "baahhh" sound to it.
Then I looked out the upstairs hallway window.
I saw this:
You know what "this" is?
It's Bravo snowmobile tracks in approximate 1 1/2 cm of snow.
This is what a perfectly manicured lawn looks like when it's crying because the sled's tracks are RIPPING IT OUT BY IT'S ROOTS!
That other sound you can hear distinctly from anywhere in my neighbourhood.