Dear Vancouver

 

 

Dear Vancouver,

I love you. I really do. Even in all your wintery, grey, sulky dreariness. Or at least I’m trying. I’m embracing this never ending rain to the best of my ability. I’m running in it. I’m splashing in the puddles in my rain boots every day on the walk to yoga. I’m sittin’ cozy by the fire watching it trickle down the windows. I’m enjoying the sound of it when I go to sleep…..aaaaaand when I wake up. It’s lovely. It really is……

Until it’s not.

Until I’m enveloped in thick grey soup for weeks on end, without a hint of sunshine, or a bright sky for that matter. A bright sky! A lighter shade of grey even! That’s all I ask.

I’m really trying not to be a pussy here Vancouver, but you’re testing me.  I want to be a good Canadian – a good, tough Canadian in the Pacific Northwest rainforest. And I get it, this is you. I’ve known you my whole life. You’ve always been this moody, and you make us truly appreciate those sunny days when they come around. And your rain keeps everything beautiful and green. Trust me, I’m well aware of all the gloriousness of rain. We’re all dancing in it and all that shit. We’re doing everything in it actually.

But Vancouver, come on.

Shine a little light.

I’ll be over here doing my sun dance.

Shaking it out.