As you might have heard, we’ve got a lot of snow here.
Of course, “a lot of snow” for Vancouver is not a lot for, let’s say, my home town of Ottawa. But it’s thick and soft and has fucked up traffic and power lines, and even though the weather’s warmed up some now, it’ll be hanging around for a while. There was a bit of snow on Saturday, in the higher places, but it’s been coming down hard between Saturday night and Wednesday, with just a few breaks. We haven’t had this much snow since that sudden cold snap in… 2002, I think. In March, of all months. I had to buy a snow brush & ice scraper for my car. Never needed one before, and I don’t think I’ve needed it since, except for this week.
And my gawd, it’s beautiful. This is one thing I miss about Ottawa, the pretty white Christmases. I don’t enjoy them like I should anymore when I go home for the holidays, since I’ve become way too sensitive to cold from living out here on the balmy West Coast. The snowflakes are just hypnotic, drifting to the ground like so many dancing constellations, and everything is just so bright at night. The soft pearly light from the clouds and the ground is a hell of a change from the dull orangeish glow of reflected streetlights.
In fact, though the sky’s been mostly overcast and grey, and the landscape seems to be all in black or white, there’s something quite magical about this snow-covered scenery. I know it won’t last, and frankly I don’t want it to. A couple of weeks of snow is plenty for me, thanks very much. But in the meantime, I’m enjoying the hell out of it.