Toronto had its first frost on October 12th. But it wasn’t a killing frost and it didn’t happen much of anywhere. In fact, because it was Thanksgiving holiday, most people missed it. All the little ice crystals had turned into water droplets while people were still dreaming of leftover turkey. Insomnia got the better of me so there I was before sunrise, down in the Weston Quarry behind the Evergreen Brickworks, plastic spread on the grass and me lying on my stomach. Here’s what I saw:
