Maybe you have to be Canadian – or at the very least from one of the snow-bound contiguous States – to appreciate this scene. Maybe its intense symbolism is lost on those who do not suffer six continuous months, every single year, of the natural Frigidaire.
To me it says warmth and beauty. It says come here and relax. The deep azure sky and the allure of the tropics symbolized by the palm trees invite me, beckon me, lure me to a place which, for all winter sufferers, is just about as tense as any place can be.
This place offers its fine, warm, tropical splendours to the extremely winter-beset. And to me, with every warm winter breath, I hear the word carefree.