The first snowfall of the year is always a special moment for Canadians. We are, after all, a country of winter. A country of hockey. A country of snow shovels, sleds, parkas. A country that, despite going through the exact same thing every single year, routinely forgets how to drive on bad roads for a week every December (but that's another story).
If you're lucky, you'll find yourself outdoors for the first snow of the year, watching the storm come in over the lake.
If you're a bit less lucky, you'll find your boat trip cut short as visibility rapidly drops to nil.
For reasons not worth worrying about here, the few remaining colours start to disappear under the light that makes it through the storm clouds. We may as well just use black-and-white, like in the good old days when snowbanks were two metres high and we had to walk to school, uphill both ways.
It does not take long for the storm to pass, but the clouds remain, providing a flat, colourless, low contrast light in which to view the suddenly transformed world.