My city seems to be growing wetter and greyer and slimier by the day.

Sadly, that magical thing called snow which wraps the world in a blanket of blemish hiding, fuzz-ifying white perfection rarely visits Vancouver. But thankfully, we do have Walmarts and Home Depots and thus, Christmas lights.

Somehow those five dollar strings of electric-infused wire and plastic always manage to add just enough color and sparkle to make  this  dismal landscape beautiful.

So thank you Christmas lights, you inspire me.