winter's back is broken
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2015.03.10
And on the second day of decent weather, the count of cyclists to our office doubled to two. I ran an errand at lunch time that required my bike; it would have taken me ages on the city's crippled transit system.
After the coldest month on record in this city, it's like rediscovering your own limbs.