This was the car show at Radium, B.C. back in September. There were some wonderfully mysterious fog banks that day which eventually turned into rain showers. Looking outside the house tonight, I’d give my eye teeth for a rain shower.
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A classic at a Show
This is just what the doctor ordered for these long winter days – a window to the past warm, soul-soothing summer. Truly, the perfect remedy for a man waiting for the blizzard to begin.
Feel the warmth on your neck. Enjoy.
This week’s photo challenge is Let there be light.
As I look outside today at the cold and snow I remember the warmth I enjoyed this summer – even the wet stuff which, though style-cramping, is still not completely debilitating.
Here, for example, a couple of Toronto ladies seek caffeinated refreshment on a Distillery District patio in between the rainstorms. I remember it as a cool day, but then I look outside today and acknowledge: “at least we didn’t have to shovel it.”
It’s a warming thought.
A meeting of the minds.
“Some things are so unexpected that no one is prepared for them.”
Here’s something else unexpected.
This is not my favourite time of year – ask anyone. These first snow storms – the ones that first tweak your winter bone – the introductory glancing blows of ugly after the short summer nice – are a real trial every year. From these little events we learn things about ourselves. Or at least, we remember things. Muscles, cold, frozen fingers – that kind of thing. No, I’ve invented new swears on days like yesterday – I just don’t dig winter.
Of course, some aspects of these storms are redemptive – for a while. Like when the Sun comes out and reflects off the fresh new snow, really giving my pooch something to contemplate.
It’s the quiet time now. The weather is turning, the nights are long and the temperatures low. The air positively snaps with the promise of storms ahead, and I’m truly not looking forward to it.
But what can I do? What can anyone do? The weather is the weather, the seasons are the seasons, the planet is bigger than any of us and we might just as well get used to it.
Well, there is something we can do. We can haul a little memory from our memory bag – perhaps something a little like this:
It’s just a little mountain thing from this past spring, but it appeals to me.
A lot more than what’s going on outside right now anyway.