The winds of spring.

Any person who lives in the north can smell when winter is about to decend. It’s more than a chill in the air, it’s a whole emotion.  It grabs your bones and says hi fucker I’m back.

Spring is subtle, March plays with a Canadian’s emotions.  It teases like a prom date in a fancy dress.  Hey look at me, you might get laid….But more than likely not.

But that wind gives it all away, lifts that skirt and gives us all a good show.  I felt that wind today. Spring is coming.

I can’t wait, too long Winnipeg has been it it’s rabbit holes, not that we hide. Oh yes we embrace winter in all of her icy glory.  But when we thaw Winnipeg really begins to shine.

That Golden Boy beacon of the prairies, festival upon festival. The Blue Bombers, the Winnipeg Folk Festival, the Fringe theatre festival, Folklorama,  the Red River Ex.

I could go on and on.  Winnipeg may be a winter city but we explode with hearts open in the summer.

Come and check us out, you won’t be disappointed.

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