As I readied for my departure from Canada, the ice was starting to melt. The snow piles were shrinking, and the pond ice was receding. The ubiquitous yellow-brown grass was starting to show signs of green. In the city, people were happy to walk the streets again, free from the protection of the +15 skyways, some even wearing t-shirts. Despite the ice and snow, this part of Canada is very arid, and you don’t feel the cold as much as in the UK, where the humidity is much higher. Indeed, as soon as I return home, it is raining.