it’s! sunny! out!
It’s so shout-worthy.
I love sunny days in October, all blue skies and red trees and silvery leftover puddles melting into leaf-stained sidewalks.
I love it when it’s just a bit cold out, when breath becomes visible and cheeks go all rosy after more than five minutes outside.
And I love it when the fluffy-not-rain boots you bought make you feel as though you could be ambling through the streets of Aspen instead of just heading to Whole Foods to buy a $7 tomato.
Granted, this is a beautiful city no matter what type of weather we face.
I know I go on about the monsoons, but there’s something lovely and fresh and impossibly lush about the city after a good downpour.
Still, there’s nothing like sunshine on the water, or parks filled with runners and stroller-bound babies in weird fleece hats, or golden rays stealing unexpectedly into the living room just to remind you that the coffee table could use a dusting.
I definitely like you with the lights on, Vancouver.
Here’s a haiku in honour of a bright day in the ‘Couv:
o flame-coloured trees
backlit like saints in stained glass
hope canucks win soon
