We didn’t get a white Christmas here in Ottawa, where I’ve been camped out for the last two months as I plan my next destination. But this morning, the end of the year, it is -5°C, and a gentle ephemeral snow is sinking down as I walk to a nearby oatmeal café. A week ago, I scoffed at the idea of a hipster café charging $9 for a bowl of oatmeal—despite most definitely being a hipster myself, sitting here in a toque indoors and adorned with tattoos and piercings on multiple appendages. But then I saw their shelf outside, stacked full of brown paper bags containing bowls of oatmeal free for anyone in need to grab, no questions asked.
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