Woke up this morning to a sight that I never particularly missed — that heavy, big, flaky, first snow of the season. There was a light, fluffy dusting up on the ridge I hiked in Goldstream yesterday afternoon, but mixed in among the trees and green it was just magical. Looking out standing on the balcony at the parking lot behind my apartment less so, and really a horrible reminder of the feelings that overcome you when the weather changes. But it’s not going to stay, the winter will be over tomorrow, maybe Tuesday, and this is one of the coldest snaps around these parts in a while. The snow is a novelty — it’s a feature of little human interest stories at the end of the local news. It is, I have to remind myself, not the beginning of the end. The long-term forecast suggests a warming trend after this week’s cold snap — wet, as usual for this time of year, but up around 12-13 degrees…and I know there will be sunny bits here and there, because it’s Victoria.
Today I’m really thinking “mediterrainean climate, my ass” — but I guess the kids around here have to learn to have a snowball fight, rare as it is…hey, otherwise it wouldn’t be Canada. Tomorrow morning I’ll either just face up to the temporary aberation or hope it bloody melts. Quickly.
Can’t believe it was unseasonably sunny and warm in Montreal yesterday…universes are being unwound, the cosmic balance has gone awry. Egads.