<center>the sun ends its day
the sky's willed its heat; I stand
entombed on cold shores</center><br><br><br>


Keep reading; the blog follows. You may even laugh.


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Looking out my window, I see a world of winter beauty. It's a rare sight in Vancouver. We are a rainy place in the darkest season. So when the snow does fall, it can be exciting, bringing light to that dark. Yes, it can be exciting  ... *in December*. 

Come January, I put my head down and work, hoping that when I lift it again, spring has kicked winter and his killjoy ways back to the tundra. And Spring was getting it done, and now, suddenly, she's not. Winter has her shamefaced for showing up too early and cowering under a blanket hoping no one will notice. 

It is a mixture of snow and alternating cold, clear skies in the forecast for the foreseeable future; the foreseeable future, I have on good authority, is five days. Yeah, when you get that 14 day weather forecast, dudes are just forecasting last year's weather and hoping you won't notice. Notice!!! Fake news, pshaw. If you are going to be outraged, be outraged about the right stuff.  At least fake news is original content. Fake weather ... its plagiarism. 

Okay, back to the business of the haiku.

I took this photo about the same time last year, no snow in sight. But do not be fooled by the tropical looking sunset and the palm tree ... who told me to hurry up with my shot so he could go back to shivering ... it was a cold day. Beaches have a tendency to look warm, but with my beach, English Bay Beach, looks can be deceiving. It's like staring into a beautiful store window, not going in because you can't afford the markup. Here, the markup is freezing to death. So until the temperatures rise, and the price of crypto while we are at it, I stand way back from the water, cold, but fortunately not quite freezing to death. 


Afterword

To any meteorologists out there who want to take this up with me, tell me your ... cough ... science has improved. Bring it on.  I've signed no confidentiality agreement about  your past blunderings. And I have pictures and videotapes and I've dated them too.  

Copyright Pryde Foltz