Across New York State, active winter storm warnings hold through mid-week: heavy snow falls in persistent bands, winds whip drifts into whiteouts, especially where lake-effect amplifies the fury. In these moments, the landscape becomes elemental—raw, unyielding. It echoes the long Canadian winters we carry in our bones, prompting a quiet question: what do we learn, again, from seasons that demand we slow down and attend to one another?
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