Cecily says: … Vancouver is a liar and a cheat.
Perhaps you are all the things you promised me and more. When I arrived last February you heralded my arrival with a gentle snowfall, followed by one of the warmest and driest winters on record. I was eager to get to know you. I yearned to love you the way others loved you. Bjossa the Killer Whale charmed me, so much so that I bought a membership to the Vancouver Aquarium although I had precious little money on which to live.
Stanley Park was our own private grotto where we snuggled under a canopy of seemingly endless green. I worshipped you from the peaks of Cypress Mountain, sliding down your slippery slope, breathless, damp, and eager to ride just One. More. Time.
But you took it all away from me in April.