It was a gloriously sunny day today in Vancouver. So sunny, in fact, that with exposure limited to just my morning run and two short walks in the neighbourhood, I developed freckles on my face. The unmistakeable marks of spring!
Further to yesterday's post, I have another story of the crazed spring behaviour of rain-soaked Vancouverites: I had the pleasure of watching two young boys try to climb a tree just off the parking lot of the building next to me. (Yes, even city kids climb trees.) The one struggled and gave up after a few minutes. The other struggled, and struggled, hefted and pulled, and finally got himself seated in the crook of a branch about 7 feet off the ground. I heard gloating noises for a moment or two, then silence, then a wail, "How do I get down?!" Watching from the vantage of my seventh floor apartment window, I was unable to offer assistance. So, I did what anyone else would do in such a situation. I laughed. His mother came out to rescue him by talking him down. I hope his ego's not too bruised.
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