Game: Year Walk

The crunch. Days after finishing Year Walk, it's the persistent, echoing crunch of snow that has stuck with me. It doesn't help that I live in perpetually blustery Ottawa, Ontario, where a boot print full of powder is never more than a couple steps outside your door during February. Now, however, I half expect the world to drop away between one stride and the next, the pedestrian-packed streets replaced with a harrowing wood filled with mystical creatures. A minute detail that has - much like the game it came from - wormed its way inside my brain and left a small, indelible mark. Like a footprint in the snow.