weather. i love talking about weather. i love predicting weather by reading cloud formations. reading, predicting, forecasting. meteorologists: modern-day fortune-tellers?
in toronto, it feels like spring, and has for a month. warm-ish; occasional flurries, some rain. grey sky. sun, at times. it’s pretty creepy for winter, though i’m growing accustomed to it. maybe nature’s trying to make nice after giving toronto such a crap march last year (31 grey days at 0 degrees celcius; not adored).
when greg, mark, rob, and i visited buffalo last weekend, it was cold and windy. colder and windier than toronto, any rate. and then philadelphia, when we arrived, was a dream: 13 degrees celcius and sunshine! it rained the entire drive home, though when we entered toronto boundaries, the rain stopped abruptly and dense fog shrouded the city.
this last year, i’ve seen increasing proof that toronto has its own weather. major systems will bypass our tiny spot on earth, or new systems will form within the atmosphere above the city. perhaps you think this torontocentric-speak, but i swear it’s true! urban meteorologists, our modern-day cosmopolitan fortune-tellers, have been studying the heat flux and surface energy balance in urban and rural areas, and something’s definitely fishy… “i sense… a man… a P… his name begins with P? d’you know this man? his presence in your life brings you unanticipated fortune… and misfortune…”
on the east coast, blizzard! blizzard! blizzard! conor spent his morning shovelling driveways and sidewalks with his temporary neighbours.
how’s the weather in your neighbourhood?