Winter has finally arrived in Van-city, chilling the tip of each nose, filling the air with mist with every breath. The past few days have threatened the hint of snow, and everyone is in preparation, bundled up in their parkas and fur lined hoods, scarves billowing out around their heads. I have even put a pair of toe warmers in my shoes to keep my toes from freezing. The news cast was speaking of "snow-mageddon", possibly to create possible havoc amongst its viewers.
I woke up this morning, surprised to see a thin shimmering sheet of snow everywhere. I wasn't expecting the snow, missing the forecast, and simply trusting the various internet weather sites, all predicting differing weather patterns. My first glimpse of the gleaming bed outside gave me a warmth inside that I used to get when I was a child. Being Vancouverites, we seldom see snow, and whenever it appears, the city changes immediately. Of course the appearance of Vancouver becomes magical, being used to our "Wet Coast", and the gray is lifted along with our doldrums. I am not part of the commuter world, but I remember the days of traveling in the snow from East Van to downtown. Stress levels would hit the Red Zone, frustrating drivers and transit riders. I walk to work and I only struggle to cross one busy street, a tough life it is.
Although there is only a centimeter of snow in parts of the West End, the outskirts of the lower mainland were hit harder. The eastern provinces laugh annually at us, announcing "snow days" for schools in the suburbs, wondering how we could ever hold the Winter Olympics. Now, with the snow stopping for most of the day, and the threat of more in the future, the city is being covered in a layer of salt to protect the inexperienced drivers.
With this weather comes the slowest times of the year at my work. Today is recorded as the most depressing day of the year, when everyone gets their statements from Christmas and New Years, when the wallets close and everyone hermits into their cave. As sports fans, the NHL All Star Break begins soon and the NFL is dwindling down to the Superbowl. Whether or not snow has a psychological affect on people, is questionable, as I have met both cherry and grumpy people on my recent travels. It all depends on what state everyone is in I guess. Regardless, it makes me glow inside. Too bad I just can't get my legs to warm up. I should find someone for that. Let it snow, snow, let it snow, let it snow.
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