Nova Scotia, week one, November 2010.
Seven days and seven nights of rain.
Not just rain...downpours, raging torrents, deluge.
Wind enough to murder any umbrella foolish enough to open its presence.
No mercy and no end in sight...unrelenting.
Lakes swollen, quiet rivers turned to rapids, bridges washed away, surf pounding.
We're a small peninsula. Could we sink into the ocean from the constant pushing and shoving of water from above?
An assault from the sky.
The last colourful leaves violently ripped from the branches to which they have clung so valiantly...now wet, slippery splotches of faded rusts, golds and reds on the grass and pavement.
We are a happy people, always smiling, joking, friendly to a fault but we can only take so much.
The streets, malls, bus stops, office buildings filled with the hum of grumbling Bluenosers.
Rushing water, dancing dangerously close to the road down the hill.
Last night a switch was flipped...mercury dipped and the wind blew the clouds away.
Howling gales and cold temperatures replace the drenching clouds as the segue from autumn to winter begins.
Hurricanes will be replaced by blizzards.
Treasure the calm, clear days.
I wouldn't have it any other way.