390. Storm 

About how I feel in snow storms… Buffeted, blown,  Physically flown, Wrapped tightly in white,  I am cold, but I’m home.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

387. Drift 

About a 7 hour walk I took in the snow last weekend…  Drifted, like a twinkling flake, Across many miles, Leaving,  Crunched snow in my wake. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

334. Demise 

About a rainy, autumnal sunset walk through Toronto…  Wet ember flows,  From beaming machine eyes, As beads of cold lashed sweat, Predict the clouds’ demise.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

249. Storm 

I was once told that life is not ‘about sheltering from the storm, but instead about learning how to dance in the rain’. Understandably entirely metaphorical, I decided to interpret these words quite literally when a major storm rolled into town this week. In my shorts and a t-shirt I took to our balcony to be…