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Photo: Devojka Some mornings I don’t need to look out the window to know it’s going to be a lousy weather day. The grayness can be felt before it’s visually perceived and confirmed. Maybe it’s the precipitation that makes the air heavy with dread, but this morning, before I opened my eyes and performed that daily ritual of mindless phone scrolling before “waking up,” I sensed that the outside was poised for gloominess. I looked at my weather app: Rain and snow. All day. And tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. April showers indeed. Or “Fuck You Weather,” as I like to call it. Having lived in Montreal for enough time to feel existentially perplexed by the fact that I live here, I can tell you that Fuck You Weather seems to be its specialty. If it wasn’t invented here, then they certainly perfected the concept. Why would it just rain in April, when it can rain and snow? Why just stay below zero, when you can oscillate between temperatures just enough to glaze the sidewalks and surfaces with slippery ice that’s impossible to walk on? Why even bother with the season of spring, really? Instead, you could have four inches of snowfall in May, before being plunged into three months of high heat and humidity. I grew up in a climate that was very easy to take for granted. “California?” people repeat back to me when I tell them where I’m from. “What are you doing here?” Good […]