The Esplanade Riel's single white mast leaning out over the Red River, the blue glass spiral of the Human Rights Museum rising above the trees, the Golden Boy on the Legislature dome catching the afternoon sun. Winnipeg makes the case for itself in one frame. Past fifty and on your own here, however you got here, through a long marriage that ended quietly, a partner who passed, an Exchange District loft that started measuring its own silence on a minus-thirty evening, January knows how to stretch.
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The Forks is the universal first meeting in Winnipeg. Assiniboine Park with the English Garden for a slower afternoon, the Exchange District for the historic warehouses and galleries, Corydon Avenue for an evening on the south end, or the Canadian Museum for Human Rights when something a little more substantial fits. Circles overlap here in ways that make first conversations land warmer.