The Whisper of Rain in Vancouver’s Embrace
Vancouver awoke to a morning cloaked in mist, the kind that clung to the city like a lover reluctant to part. The air was cool, carrying with it the faint tang of saltwater from the nearby Pacific and the earthy aroma of damp evergreens. The temperature hovered at a brisk 48°F (9°C), with a forecasted high of 55°F (13°C) and a low of 43°F (6°C) by nightfall. The sky was a patchwork of clouds, some heavy and gray, others wispy and translucent, as if the heavens couldn’t decide whether to bless the city with rain or bathe it in sunlight. The forecast called for scattered showers, a common occurrence in this city where the weather often felt as alive and unpredictable as the tides that lapped at its shores. In Gastown, the historic heart of Vancouver, the day began slowly, as if the city itself was stretching after a long night. The cobblestone streets were still damp from an early morning drizzle, their surfaces glistening under the soft light of the iconic steam clock. The clock’s...