If this were a regular year, today would be the First of March.
I always have a problem with March.
March is the month that teases Canadians. We're sick to death of Winter by now. All that, "We love the cold!" bravado is wearing terribly thin and even the cup of morning coffee that reheats us comes with a chill of inevitable disappointment when we roll up the rim.
Every day the weather people with their sadistic grins promise that the "long-range forecast" indicates a warming trend. But it never arrives. And we know they`re demons dispatched by Satan to toy with our sanity.
There are sports reports from points South promising soft evenings of baseball, where only the beer is cold. But they're not here yet.
Elsewhere there is Mardi Gras and Carnival. Naked people in full debauch while we still climb into bed wearing our socks.
Oh, for five minutes in the City of Samba. It`ll get you through the day -- and maybe even the 3 or 4 weeks of icy ones to come.
(Expand to full screen. It`s like cranking the thermostat.)
The City of Samba from Jarbas Agnelli on Vimeo.
