I grew up believing there were a hundred words to describe snow in Inuit culture; it was an old wives tale. But their lexicon is still filled with poetic nuances that escape our own: pukak, akelrorak, ayak — sugar snow, newly drifting snow, snow on clothes.
I wonder which inuktituk word would best describe what the kids are rolling in today, hard on the surface, packed and sticky just below, melting in your hands as soon as you pick it up. Neige à bonhomme — snowman material.
The sun isn’t the same. The wind is warm and soothing. Tonight we cross over and push back the night.
At last, spring will be here soon.