Park Place Lodge

A few days ago I dug around until I found a pair of jeans. My shorts came off and jeans became de-rigior. Sweater, too. I haven’t resorted to socks yet, but I this morning the thought crossed my mind. A waterproof shell lies over the railing as I leave my house, ready to be slopped on.

Fernie rain

My cat hates snow. Ground drenching rain runs a close second. She’s staying close to home and wanking loudly after every forced jaunt into the wetter-ness.

This is fall.

It makes you forget there will be winter and simply long for sun, an unbroken beach of white sand and a thatched hut selling rum drinks with names you could care less about.

And it’s only September 4th.

If this is fall, winter’s going to be a doozey in spite of the El Nino.

We can only hope.

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