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Lovely weather, really.
Dec. 11th, 2004 09:13 amWhen I left my apartment this morning, the cement was shiny and damp from melted snow. The sun wasn't up yet and the sky was a dark, cloudy blue... the kind that sometimes means rain. The wind wasn't cold, and I couldn't see my breath, so I thought, "Hey, another chinook! The snow's almost gone again!"
Boy, was I wrong. *smacks self with a map of Southern Alberta*
As I traveled northwest to work, the wind kept picking up. And up. And it got colder. Halfway through my bus ride, it was snowing. Walking to the shop from the bus stop felt like I was walking against water, all the while getting sandblasted with tiny bits of ice.
And now?
Now you can't see the sun, period. The sky is solid grey-white, the wind is making the store creak, light posts are straining and swaying, and the gouts of snow are blowing horizontal.
All of this within a little more than an hour.
Dude, we're not supposed to get snowstorms like this until MAY.
Edited to add: Aaaaaand three hours later finds us with bright sun, a cool breeze, and slush around our ankles as we walk around without coats. I've lived in this country, nay, this province for my entire life, and there are still weather anomalies that make me go "G'buh?"
Boy, was I wrong. *smacks self with a map of Southern Alberta*
As I traveled northwest to work, the wind kept picking up. And up. And it got colder. Halfway through my bus ride, it was snowing. Walking to the shop from the bus stop felt like I was walking against water, all the while getting sandblasted with tiny bits of ice.
And now?
Now you can't see the sun, period. The sky is solid grey-white, the wind is making the store creak, light posts are straining and swaying, and the gouts of snow are blowing horizontal.
All of this within a little more than an hour.
Dude, we're not supposed to get snowstorms like this until MAY.
Edited to add: Aaaaaand three hours later finds us with bright sun, a cool breeze, and slush around our ankles as we walk around without coats. I've lived in this country, nay, this province for my entire life, and there are still weather anomalies that make me go "G'buh?"
