For the past week, it has been beautiful in Vancouver. Lots of clear skies and plenty of sun. Today, it’s raining. And yet, I can’t say that I’m overly sad to have it be that way. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Rain is just apart of everyday life here. If you can’t handle rainy days, you can’t handle Vancouver.
On my run today, the clouds were dancing with the mountains. You couldn’t see the tops very well, and the base was pretty much obstructed from view. The snow had returned though. Most of it had retreated to the caps, leaving the the dark green of the trees to color the rest of the mountain.
What still gets me is the night sky. When you look up there, you can see the lights glowing high above what used to be what I perceived as a horizon. It’s the ski hills being lit for the nighttime skiers. If you had a good pair of binoculars, it would be easier to spot someone heading down the mountain with a nice trail of powder behind them, depending how fresh the snow is up there. It’s too cool. And it’s a shame that I don’t have a clue as to how to ski. I can’t even say much for my skills as an ice skater, but I already know that I’m better at that.