It’s strange to sit here and write this with the sounds of seagulls so prevalent around me. I tend to wonder when this will become white noise to me. Or better yet, how yesterday it was windy, cold, and snowy with everyone buttoned up and staying as close to indoors as they possibly could. The only difference today was that there wasn’t any wind, a tiny bit of snow in the air, and the same temperature as it was yesterday. And yet, people were out in droves during my run this afternoon. Some restaurants even had tables and chairs sitting outside under the heat lamps. Most of that stems from the laws preventing smoking indoors, but that’s not the point.
It was actually quite pleasant out. About half a mile into my run, I realized that I even felt much warmer compared to yesterday, but the temp was exactly the same. Sure, you can blame the wind, but there is also a part of me that wonders about getting adapted to the surroundings. I still have a chill to the bone during the winter, but perhaps my time in Vancouver is finally letting me feel more apart of it rather than being the visitor that I have been. For crying out loud, I’m from Iowa. I can handle being cold. I’m just far from being completely used to the freaking large seagulls that sit in my pathway until I’m just a few feet, from stomping on them during my runs.