I woke up this morning at 6:45 am. Over the past several months, I have risen and looked out the window at a blue sky. Though today, it was dark. I showered, ate, dressed and stepped out of my building onto the sidewalk. To my horror, there was a nip in the air...perhaps even a chill.
I continued to walk the path to work, a breeze came rumbling down the street, though this time it wasn't a cool summer breeze that is refreshing and welcomed, it was that piercing cold wind that caused my freshly shaved legs to get goose bumps (damn!).
Bah Humbug. I moved to Toronto over a year ago from sunny Los Angeles. I enjoyed my first fall in six years as well as my first winter. I had open arms to the changing of the seasons.
For most, at least for those who live above the Mason-Dixon line or even more so for those of us who live north of the US-Canada border, it has been a lackluster summer at best. And now, after what I call an eternal spring (where temperatures peaked at 75 or 22 depending on your country) the cold wind has come and it is met with bitterness.
I wouldn't mind the chill in the air, if all summer I had been sweating my ass off getting to work, or if it was stifling hot on the street car, or if when I walked outside I had droplets of sweat coming from areas I didn't know could sweat and furthermore came when I was standing still.
But, with the end of summer or luke warm weather, now comes the changing of the leaves, pumpkin spice lattes, boots over your jeans, and Sunday afternoons of football.
I'll have to really hunker down for when the snow falls.
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