Today's favourite thing: massive snow and ice structures that have spontaneously formed over the last 36 hours or so from some combination of the winter storm and waves on the shore outside mom and dad's apartment in Toronto. When Ted and I arrived, dad told us there was something we must see and we all headed outside. The huge mounds--mountains really!--of snow and ice are right at the shoreline: you can walk quite far out (and up) until you balance perilously on the edge of the water (which is far far below). It was the way one would imagine the moon if the moon were icy cold and windy.
Favourite comment: Mom telling me that after walking out on these snow cliffs this morning dad later met with their coffee group and tinged his glass, stood up, and said, "I have just the thing to do today for anyone under 80." This is hilarious. It is a precarious walk for anyone, even the most fit, I would think.
Additional favourite thing (I'm cheating a bit since it's a fragment of a poem cited in one of my student's essays. But I liked it and thought it worth passing on). In the Prelude, Wordsworth writes of his walk through the streets of revolutionary Paris: "I looked for something which I could not find” (63-71). And then he finds what he seeks in a painting:
A single picture merely, hunted out
Among other sights, the Madgalene of Le Brun,
A beauty exquisitely wrought, fair face
And rueful, with its ever flowing tears. (76a-79)
And last, but not least, a favourite thing from your list: "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen (here's a link to it: www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJTiXoMCppw
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