It’s been unseasonably hot in Vancouver now for a few weeks. My brain is scrambled eggs. It rained
for a bit this afternoon and I wept tears of joy. I’m seriously done with summer. Bring on darkest November.
Give me howling wind storms and driving rain and shifting dunes of soggy leaves. I don’t want to be able to
leave the house without a kayak and a week’s worth of dry food
(although whether it will stay dry is anyone’s guess). I want to go down
to the beach in a parka and laugh at the pounding surf while the tide comes in.
In short, Dear August: Please leave.
UPDATE: It’s raining! Hooray!