There's something very rumpled about Victoria today. Doesn't know what it wants, anguished rains running down, down, down from the sky to clear up like a bad rash half an hour later. But never dry. Mostly it doesn't smell today, except maybe like clean (clean, yes, not sterile -- there are still cigarette butts ground into the pavement and spittle) or fresh. There's sun in wild, weird bursts. But mostly rain. Everybody's walking with their shoulders hunched forward and that determined expression, like they're trying to ignore the rain. People cluster under bank awnings at bus stops and clutch together in throngs that disrupt foot traffic.
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Victoria is crying. Crying! Her mascara spills down Government St.
Posted by Jason | February 20, 2007 7:32 PM
Posted on February 20, 2007 19:32
do miss those Van Isle winters. A big waterproof jacket and anonymity after four thirty in the aft. a walk down cook st. just to listen to the endless tires on a wet road.
got the window open today. sunny in kanagawa, slight breeze. my towel is drying on the rack outside the window.
Posted by m | February 20, 2007 8:07 PM
Posted on February 20, 2007 20:07
There's a certain romance to winters over here. "just to listen to the endless tires on a wet road" sums it perfectly.
Posted by ben | February 20, 2007 10:11 PM
Posted on February 20, 2007 22:11