The temperature has plummeted to around minus twenty celsius. The trees and bushes, the housetop and streets are lined in white.
Everywhere I look is white and black and shades of gray.
Well, not quite everywhere, because outside the window of my temporary office is a yellow pole. I think it is there to mark the crosswalk, but it is surreal.
One yellow pole amid all the white and black and gray.
It reminds me, oddly, of that scene in The Wizard of Oz where Dorothy steps out of her little house into Munchkin land, and the movie goes from Black and White to Colour.
As a child it was so magical.
As an adult it is magical still.
I am in a winter wonderland.
And so is that little yellow pole.
So, maybe it is Black Friday all over the USA and parts of Canada.
Not so much.