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I know you’re going to hate me for this, but it’s 26 oC and sunny where I am right now :)
I just rode my bicycle to work today in the soggy city of Vancouver and although my hairdo leaves something to be desired I must say I am wonderfully, deliciously warm inside.
There is a wonderful passage in Tom Robbin’s “Another Roadside Attraction,” in which the narrator is waiting in the Seattle rain for a rather larger-than-life couple to show up. When he sees them, he’s amazed, because they’re moving blissfully through the pelting raindrops as if they don’t even feel them, bare headed and umbrella free. And he’s awed by their ability to live so comfortably within their own skin, and by extension, the larger skin of the universe.
When I read that passage, it was blindingly sunny and 40 below in Ottawa, and I vowed I would never again take Vancouver’s wonderful wet warm winters for granted. After all, what’s a little rain on the face (and in my case, a damp hairdo) compared to frostburn???
I know exactly what you are saying. I lived in Victoria for 8 months (that was all I could handle) over a winter and I remember that I could never get warm. I was always chilled. The only good thing was thinking at the time that Vancouver got it worse which meant someone was suffering more than I was.