Three… two… one… pause—Toronto never rushes the moment. The city likes a warm-up: the CN Tower testing its colours, the harbour breeze tuning itself, streetcars gliding as if they already know a celebration is on the way. On New Year's Eve, Toronto doesn't wait for midnight; it builds toward it, as crowds drift toward the waterfront for a front-row view of what's about to ignite. At Nathan Phillips Square, skates trace sparkling loops as the clock nears twelve. Down by Harbourfront, fireworks test their reflections on Lake Ontario before bursting into the sky.

Across Canada, the new year arrives with a mix of grit and warmth. Cities turn tranquil plazas into party grounds, complete with fireworks, concerts and quick sips of something hot. Families gather in parks, friends take over rooftops and someone—somewhere—always gets the countdown wrong. From Halifax's salty air to Vancouver's mountain silhouettes, the country braves the cold together and calls it a celebration. And when midnight hits, the country erupts—colour, sound, cheers, all rising at once. For a brief, brilliant stretch, Toronto glows its way into the new year—unified, loud and beautifully alive, as seen in today's image.