As I write this, it is one of the days that I love about Winnipeg... right now it's -44C with the windchill, but the sky is incredibly crisp and clear, allowing the sun to soak into the air and everything it lands on. The intense and bright white light
of it just seems to infuse everything. As I was looking outside, I remembered a story that often comes to mind on days like this...
About 15 years ago, I was working in Ottawa, supporting a project to train 100 new travel counsellors to
handle the reservations for a large global oil company. One of the new counsellors we hired, had recently moved here from Saudi Arabia, and prior to coming here, had never been exposed to cold winters. And so with his knowing only that the appearance of the
sun always meant heat, he was a bit shocked and surprised to walk outside into a very cold day, immediately after witnessing (and feeling) all the bright and warm rays of sun streaming through the window of his home.