Talking About The Weather

Anybody living in Vancouver knows that it just poured down with rain yesterday morning. Sheets and sheets of the stuff.  Luckily, it had stopped before I went out to a meeting last night but on the way home, walking through Victoria Park, one of the bocce courts was completely flooded, looking in the dark just like a lap pool or a koi pond.

Today, on the other hand, was my perfect weather — cool and brisk and dry, with a blue sky and sunshine.  To be honest, I’d be happy if we had 365 days a year of this.

After a long walk down the Drive, I sat outside Britannia Library in the warm sun, enjoying the day.  I shared the bench with a fellow about my age who had come to Canada from Eritrea in 1984.  He spent the first couple of years in Edmonton before moving to Vancouver just before Expo.  We talked about the weather and I suggested the cold in Alberta must have been a shock after coming from the Horn of Africa.  Not so much, he said, as in the winter in some parts of Eritrea the water freezes on the ground.  However, what was a surprise to him was that snow fell from the sky!  We laughed.

It is a good weather day.