Winter Tribes.

Bah.

Why do I bother napping on the couch, I inevitably wake up sweaty and cranky.

Moving On.

Toronto is not known to have the nicest winters. She usually starts in November and stretches her cold icy fingernails to March, sometimes even desperately scratches at April. There are days when I really don't mind all that much . . . and then days when I get sick of constantly tucking my chin into my coat, my hands into gloves, my feet into heavy woollen socks; and then freezing despite all that preparation.

Boring morning subway rides to work have made me realize something about winter in Toronto. Here in the city we have two tribes of people, the winter Embracers and the winter Ignorers. Both are usually pretty easily spotted, I walked past a beautiful business woman yesterday wearing a black knee length skirt, bare legs and a pair of tall, beautiful high heels despite it being -9.

A classic Ignorer.

Then of course you have the Embracers stomping around in their leg swallowing boots, and giant puffy coats. The goal it seems is to have a bare minimum of skin exposed.

I lean towards the Ignorer tribe, although I've been known on occasion to don my lumpy down coat and hunker down into its warmth. Other then a resentful glance or two the tribes live in peaceful coexistence.

So, are you an Embracer or an Ignorer?