This photograph of a rainy day in Toronto fills me with a sense of loss. Go on, ask me why.
Because outside my window right now my front lawn is covered with over a foot of fallen powder, and piles of shovelled crystals nearly three feet deep, and because even three days ago the thermometer at my back window read an eye-popping -30C and the windchill was a miserable -40C.
It’s pretty sad really. In the summer we complain about those cool, rainy days and in the winter time we long for them to warm us up.
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