We’re easy to recognize. Our hats are pulled down; our scarves are pulled up. Our eyes are slightly teary and there is frost on our eyelashes, hats, and any hair that’s poking out from under our winter gear.
We’re wearing some sort of snow pant and ridiculously sensible footwear that crunches loudly over the frozen sidewalks.
We recognize one another, and there is usually a knowing look and a smile, but you can only tell there’s a smile from the crinkling around the eyes. Yes, we think we are a little bit better than everyone else.
We are walk commuters in Ottawa.