Snowmaggedon

Snowmaggedon

Toronto… let’s talk about it.

We went to bed thinking, “Ahh, light snow, nothing crazy,” and woke up in a full-blown Snowmaggedon. Streets buried. Cars gone missing. That quiet outside your window? That was the city tapping out.

Side streets disappeared first. You couldn’t tell where the sidewalk ended and the road began. Shovels were working overtime, snowbanks were winning every round, and neighbours who’d never spoken suddenly became shovel partners. That’s peak Toronto energy right there.

And it wasn’t just snow piling up — emergency services were slammed too. The Ontario Provincial Police said officers responded to roughly 200 collisions and another 150 calls for vehicles stuck, slid off the road, or immobilized across the GTA between Sunday and Monday morning — that’s around 350 incidents in just a matter of hours as Snowmaggedon hammered the region.

Transit struggled to keep up. TTC delays. GO cancellations. The 401 looked more like a parking lot than a highway. For once, the city collectively agreed on something: stay home if you can. Emails went ignored, Zoom calls got rescheduled, and group chats turned into constant weather commentary.

Delivery apps went dark. Nightlife plans? Cancelled. DJs, bartenders, and late-shift crews watched the storm shut everything down while radio hosts broadcasted from home, hoodie on, mic hot. And of course, Toronto did what it does best — joked through the chaos. Memes exploded, sarcasm was at full tilt, and everybody became a meteorologist overnight.

By morning, Snowmaggedon eased up, but the cleanup told the real story: slush everywhere, soaked boots, snowbanks taller than cars. And still — the city dug in.

Winter caught us slipping.
Toronto? We’ll be just fine