I stole this image from BLDGBLOG because it brilliantly represents what has been on my mind about the New York I have been immersed in for 6 months now. I am dying for the first snow. I can hardly wait.
I am tremendously fortunate that my re-introduction to true, distinguishable four-seasons after a 4 year hiatus on the West Coast is in New York City. The seasons of the city are amazing; the change in the air, the smells, the wind patterns, the fashion, the behaviors. Something about the compaction of density makes subleties more extreme. Bring on the blustering snow. Please.
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after a year with all four seasons (wet, fucking hot, cool, fucking cold) of montreal, i can honestly say that i no longer need all four seasons.
i'm happy with three...(wet, warm, wet).
yeah, if vancouver actually ever got 'warm', it would be nice. but it really doesn't. eeeks, the wet. that was rough. real rough - like everyday was the same for 6 months. i love getting up and not knowing what the heck i'll encounter in the way of weather. or just in general even. i'm not good with repetition.
i'm struggling with repetition as well, but i'm TRYING VERY HARD to overcome it and deal with it.
weather, work, relationships, life...repetition is a good thing at times methinks.
I actually was hoping it would snow during my trip there. It didn't. But that's alright, I liked the mix of blustery/sunny/drizzle/grey/cold/warm.
It's already snowed here in MI a couple times. On Thanksgiving it was gorgeous.
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