I felt sympathy for all those pleas for blue skies and warmer weather. I was compassionate for everyone who got stuck in a snowstorm, all across Canada and the US, and in the UK too.
I didn't feel terrible, because I lived somewhere temperate. I made the choice, and the trek across the continent to be here, so I've earned the right to be happy about it. And maybe flaunt a little flower or too.
There's something I'm learning though. We have winter for a reason. To hibernate. To rest and store up so we can be fresh for spring. I've been going full steam ahead, scoffing at the notion of winter.
I got my comeuppance.
This is what I awoke to this morning.
And it wasn't stopping anytime soon.
Everything shuts down when we get snow like this here.
Even if we know it will be melted in a day.
And then, mid-afternoon, the wind appeared, bringing with it the sun.