It’s definitely a Vancouver kind of morning, which is almost like a Sylvania kind of day, but since none of you lived with Susin & I back then, you wouldn’t have any idea what that means.
It’s grey and wet. Not raining, just wet. The air is heavy and the moisture has made a thick blanket that obscures everything higher than a 4 story building. It’s not particularly cold, but the damp makes it seem as though it should be. When I walk the dogs in the wee hours of the a.m, it is still dark out and the misty air seems to huddle around the street lights like gauzy halos.
Later, after coffee and shower and locking the door softly behind me, I walk to work and the city is still asleep for the most part. It’s quiet and calm and there is no traffic to muffle the sounds of the birds or the soft slap of the leaves hitting the pavement in twos or threes.
I wear a scarf but no gloves and a thin grey cardigan. I am perfectly warm while I walk the 7 blocks to my office. I like this time that I have in the quiet beginnings of the day and the only thing missing is the sharp briney smell of the sea. Other than that, it’s a Vancouver kind of morning.
