“Aaah yeah, now that was a nice hibernation. Well, time to blog. Let’s just get a look a what’s going on out there…Aw fuck.”
What happened mother nature? You used to be cool. Or, more accurately, you used to be cool in the winter and hot in the summer, with varying points of temperature and atmospheric conditions in between. But those days are long gone, aren’t they?
You see, I have this sunny happy memory of spending early spring days feeling the warm sun on my face. There’s this simple ritual I’ve been missing the past couple of years. The ritual involves the act of walking around outside on a late march day and not wearing a toque. I miss those days.
I don’t know, maybe everybody has this collective false memory of the ideal weather patterns of our childhood. Maybe the ideal weather for any given season has never actually occurred. We just assume it’s happened in the past because we think that’s how it became known as the typical seasonal weather pattern. All I know is every morning since the supposed start of spring I’ve stared out my front window at the cruel grey skies of a winter that still holds Alberta in it’s grasp.
Well, regardless of the current state of cold, it’s time I got off my frigid ass and did some work. Time to get writing.
