That warm glow on your back. The soothing splash of an afternoon dip. The insatiable hunger for more warmth, more sunlight, more sand nestled in the nooks and crannies of one\u2019s body only summer can find.<\/p>\n
Ugh. Hate it.<\/p>\n
I just can\u2019t wait for winter. Sorry to douse the fire of this waning season, but a Vancouver summer just isn\u2019t for me. It\u2019s no Caribbean here, no Coastal California, no Cuba. Woah, all the hot spots start with c. That\u2019s crazy, cuckoo, cockney, criminal! And you know what, all the cold places start with i. Bear with my nonsense, please. Please! Iceland, Iqaluit, Ireland (it\u2019s a stretch, I know). It\u2019s basically the coldest letter of them all. That\u2019s why the tribble (the dot over the i) broke off. The whole letter\u2019s an iceberg and the tribble broke away, pushing grammar climatologists to challenge the world over textual climate change. I see that you bore with my nonsense. Well done. It\u2019s quite a lot of nonsense to bear with. It\u2019s like the Great Pacific Garbage Patch<\/a> of nonsense.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The weather! I\u2019m talking about the weather. Look at me, all clich\u00e9-talking about the weather.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s going to rain today, Cletus. I can feel it in my cheeks.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMe too, Durnum. I got that tingling in my wenus.\u201d<\/p>\n I\u2019m sorry to all you meteorologists, but that\u2019s what comes to mind when I think of the weather, glass-eyed, buck-toothed farmers on their porch comparing their various meteorologically useful body parts.\u00a0 One of the most beautiful things about Vancouver is its winter. It\u2019s like New York in that way, or Paris in the rain. But Vancouver is gorgeous in a good winter. The snow tucks the city into a cozy dream. Walk down Granville Street on a chilly day in a scarf and sweater. It\u2019s a wonderland.<\/p>\n I just realized that the now blatantly obvious burning deserts of Iraq, Iran and Israel crush my \u201ccold countries start with i\u201d argument. So much for being a whimsical scholar of the absurd.<\/p>\n I know this post will get a lot of shifty eyes, a lot of people turning their heads and squinting at the screen, mouthing \u201cWhat?\u201d to their computers. It\u2019s because winter\u2019s not such a hot topic in this town. I\u2019m a bit of a loner on the whole \u201cloving winter\u201d thing.<\/p>\n \u201cBut Evan, what about the last few Vancouver winters? The ones where rain stuck around like a talkative uncle, where snow was as unpredictable as a badminton match in a hurricane. Surely you couldn\u2019t have loved those?<\/em><\/p>\n Sadly, this is true. The last couple winters, for a seasonal connoisseur as myself, were awful. Slush lay unwanted in street drains, shoes held the water only aquariums should and the air stung like a Jack Frost bee. Definitely not Whoville. So that\u2019s why I\u2019ll tell you here, keep your hopes up for a beautiful Vancouver winter, because it could very well happen, and if it does, it\u2019ll be magical. I guarantee it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" That warm glow on your back. The soothing splash of an afternoon dip. The insatiable hunger for more warmth, more sunlight, more sand nestled in the nooks and crannies of one\u2019s body only summer can find. Ugh. Hate it. I … Continue reading