Snow squeaks underfoot below jagged peaks turning pink at first light, a grizzly ambling along the treeline below

 

Roll east into prairie gold, wheat fields running flat to a horizon that never arrives. In the cities, a dozen languages share one streetcar, poutine drifts from a late-night stand, and a hockey game spills from every bar. Further east, whales surface off a rugged coastline as a bartender slides over something dark, spiced, and finished with celery. Push north, past polar bears on the ice, into cold, clean quiet. 

 

Canada holds all of it at once.