March throws every kind of weather at us - the warm spring breezes that seem to melt the snow before your eyes followed by heavy flakes of snow that coat everything. Today it fell, damping sound and creating a quiet wonderland. I can appreciate this beauty much more in November or December. Now I feel the pull of spring, longing for colour and that feeling of lightness as heavy winter apparel is discarded. But this is Montreal and it is still March, so despite the calendar, here it is still winter.