do you feel the heat?

You know what's great about tropical-ness? Everything's always, well, bustling. You wake up at 7:30 in the morning and the sun is up, the birds are already chirping, a dog is barking happily somewhere far away in another apartment, a kid is yelling at his mum that yes, he did indeed remember to pack his science textbook in his schoolbag as he rushes madly towards a sure punishment for being late for school. Everywhere is activity, everywhere people are together (hardly anybody eats out alone; there is always company).

Not anything like winter in Canada, where you wake up cold, bundle yourself up all day from the cold, and go to bed cold. Here, always warm, always the sun announcing its proud existence, always the ice-cream melting. And the humidity: wrapping itself like a blanket around you, making the sweat trickle down your back like a tear tracing its path along your body. The perfect weather for chocolate to melt just so putting it in your mouth means feeling a swirling mixture of sweet, sticky hardness and softness.

No jackets, no thermal underwear, free feet in open-(wiggly)toed sandals.

gawd i miss vancouver.