In
Edmonton,
winter arrives all at once. Just a week ago the
river valley was bathed in
gold - The
sun would set just as I was
walking home from work, turning the sky
marmalade and the
North Saskatchewan river saffron with the reflection of the sun and autumn leaves that only turn yellow.
Now it's twilight when I cross the bridge. The sky is gray, and the river valley is a black and white photograph. There is only snow or silhouette against snow.