I’m learning more and more about the weather here in Vancouver. Yesterday when I went running through the park, I came home soaking wet. The strange thing is that during my route, I could have swore that snow was falling into my mouth on occasion. That’s just something that happens when it’s raining, but this was really cold and kinda solid on my lips. I thought I was imagining it, but it was confirmed when I got home, and even more so by the Volvo pulling onto the street with a healthy coat of snow on top, obviously someone who just came from the higher elevations.
So this morning, there’s more clouds and snow, turns back into rain, then blizzard like conditions for nearly a minute, back to clear and sunny skies, and now there are these snow pellets descending from the sky. All of this in the time span of about eight hours, none of the snow sticking to the ground here in the West End. Too crazy.