I will, I promise, very soon get back to telling about my journey from province A to province B (Seriously, I only just realized that I literally moved from Point A: Alberta to Point B: British Columbia just now. Ha!) and updating everyone on some of the happenings in my current life. But first, I’m inspired by the weather so I’m going to babble a little bit while I still have a sense of wonder over this.
It’s raining! In only that way that it can rain on the west coast, it’s raining. There’s mist on the lake and clouds getting stuck on the mountains and it’s chilly and humid and it smells kind of gray-blue-green and I’m happy!
We’ll see what happens when I get used to weather like this. I hope I’ll always remember how much I positively loathe snow.
I kind of always did.
When I was a kid growing up in Alberta, rain was some of my favourite weather. I like the muted colours that it brings out in the world. I like how it makes things chilly and quiet. I love that it greens up the whole world and makes it all that more fantastic when the sun does shine.
I think ultimately, the reason I came to study and appreciate rain is because of how I grew up. It was on a grain farm about two kilometres outside of a very small town, where our yard was surrounded by forest and my mom loved to garden and grow flowers. It was a quiet place, with more cows around than people, and especially since I was born in the mid-80’s before the info-tech revolution really and truly hit its stride, I remember a lot of silence where the sound of rain was such a treat for the ears.
And then there was the fact that Alberta sees about six months of snow in most years, and rain is generally only a spring/early summer thing. “Treat” is definitely the right word. It means good things, in my head.
I feel kind of spoiled here that way. There are so many damp, misty mornings, and, from what I’ve heard, that’ll be basically a constant thing as we head towards winter. I’m looking forward to it!
I could never really live happily in a city where there’s too much concrete. I know my eventual permanent happy place is going to involve a lot of flower beds and trees.
Mm. No. I can even do without the flower beds, really. The wilder the better.