Monsoon in 49th parallel north
And that's it for 5 weeks of backyard raking! Fall came and ended, with all its glory. Afternoons strolling around the park under honey-soaked streaks of sunlight shining through the russet leaves are now replaced by rainy, misty ones that mark the entry of the Vancouver winter - endless rain and mud. In nowhere but Vancouver did I see the seasons elapsing so remarkably, despite the city's reputation for a constantly temperate climate - at least in this country, where people use their backyards as fridges. As a native of the tropics (since when do I sound like a geography documentary?), where either the boiling sun or torrential rainfalls dominate the climate, I still can't figure out how to get used to season changes. The first half of the semester left me snowed under work for most of the week until one gray Saturday morning, when I woke up and saw the maple tree over the window was shedding its last leaves while the sound of rain tapping on the roof hadn't ever stopp...