February. Rain is dropping to the window and thin water streams flowing down. The temperature is around ten degrees Celsius. The buds on the trees are swollen and ready to release the young leaves. Lawns become brighter and grassier. The usual change of the seasons has disappeared without a trace, and with that sense of anticipation and excitement of the long-awaited welcome of spring sunshine, warmth, nature waking up desappeared too.
But the old habit to celebrate the seasons change haunted us, and therefore in search of the lost winter, we decided to look for it in other places in order to say goodbye.
Quebec City is only eight hundred kilometers from Toronto, and after an eight-hour trip, we were in a completely different climate, culture and emotional state.
Quebec is the city of a holiday. It is in the air. This time, a sense of celebration occurred at the entrance to the city with the first ice sculptures, colored lights, and a variety of Christmas decorations. The city is still in the Christmas decoration and looks like a huge fair. And, of course, snowdrifts, frost and entertainment, such as sledding, complement the feeling of winter.
Now we are ready for the spring.