Morning in late February

Winter lingers here. On Friday we were to have had 20 cm of snow, which didn't materialize. However, that morning when the Bloor/Danforth subway broke clear of the earth to cross the Don Valley through the Bloor viaduct the weather was a sight to behold. A dense mist had pushed up the valley from Lake Ontario. It was filled with snowflakes flying before the wind. So instead of the brightness that snow usually reflects, the air itself seemed grey, suspending the subway car in an atmosphere dim and mournful. It lasted only a few minutes before the train plunged underground again. However, I could feel it with me for the rest of the day, making it difficult to clear my mind and fully focus on anything.