Miserable weather has beset this land.
The merciless winds have torn sheds apart. The wind even picked up my friend’s trampoline, hurtling it over the cliffside.
And the rain. The rain is the favourite sidekick of these devilish blows. It only falls horizontally now making a great noise against the window.
Everything is wet and I have to wear my rubber boots more than I’d like.
However! At this precise moment … seconds before we lose the “sun” for another day … there are three rips of pink along the steel grey horizon!
It’s like the sight of a stained glass window for the spiritually starved.
Hallelujah!
The post-holiday doldrums have me itching to get down to Vancouver. I imagine it’s similarly grey there, but with so many diversions!
Paper shops, stalls that stack artichokes prettily, the aroma of coffee, crazy people.
And all this longing after such a jolly, good time in PG!
I tell you, my desires never cease.
carolina
I heard you on the radio the other day on all points west. On the way home. The tanker. Sounds pretty windy.
I and I am sure much of the cbc listenership was shocked when you said good in response to the question, How are you? From there it was some subversive delight in folly of man agaianst nature. And then the man speaking from the coast guard.
Chinook is a warm wind in winter I think.
My favorite hamster was named chinook. She outlived and gave birth to, many hamsters.
Perhaps to celebrate as some sort of psychological repreive from the severity of sheer survival through winter. A crack to let some light in and thank goodness it is not too cold. Cabin feaver must surely be experienced through the depths of winter. So a warm day to get out and see the world.
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