There I was driving through the fabled Canadian capital when a fly landed upon my windshield. I had nothing to say so I ignored it. Moments later the fly’s brother arrived and then I realised what was happening. As the temperature soared to 16 degrees the flies presaged the the inevitability of sweltering armpit stenching summer just around the corner. A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek; winter was closing up shop shutting down for the season. Winter has been so much fun this season I will miss it.
I flicked the wipers and biffed the dynamic fly duo away. . .for a moment longer I could dream my frigid wintery dreams.