This photo was taken at the Gladstone Hotel in Toronto during Nuit Blanche. Didn’t think I’d ever post it but it’s just so appropriate considering the rain has taken on an obsession with Toronto – if the rain could sing to us, it would sing Just Can’t Get Enough (of Toronto) by Depeche Mode. I always hate the rain except when I’m curled up in bed under my blankets. In that case, let the thunder and lightning join in because I love sleeping to the titter-tattering of rain on my window coupled with the unpredictable, staggering roars of thunder and together, making the perfect symphony of sleep. But otherwise, snowflakes would be my preference over raindrops.
Also – now that we’re headed the way of Winter, there is talk of the Winter blues. I don’t get the winter blues. I get the grey-sky blues. The cold is not what gets me. It’s the big thing of grey that hovers over my head and makes my world dark in any day of any season. I can sport a hot winter coat and be lifelong friends with the cold if you can promise me all day every day of blue skies with just the right number of puffy white clouds that look like coconut-flavoured cotton candy.
