I seem to be dwelling a lot on one of what is often considered to be the utmost in boring of subjects: the weather.
However, after lamenting about the lack of snow I feel it is my duty to recognize this morning’s frosted flake windfall. It snowed. Yes, Vancouver’s rainforest climate was blessed with a light frosting of the white stuff today, transforming all that sloppy brown grass and dog poop smeared cement into pure gingerbread and coconut loveliness.
It’ll probably be back to normal by noon, but for this small window of time, there is something exhilarating in seeing the world so suddenly and totally transformed.
In fact, I think I may just have to write a snow scene into this novel now.
So thank you snow, you inspire me.