Downtown Vancouver, on Friday afternoon - a blazing sunny Friday in April. The throng on the streets comes as a shock; I don't always leave the house on my days off, which occur randomly. Seeing everybody out bustling my heart kicks like a caged dog chasing rabbits in its(more) sleep. I am never ready for the return of carefree days and this is one of them.
The conventional workday is over - "the weekend" is here. There is a general sense of pleasure in the air. Also a sense of worry, anticipation: fear of not being able to spend the time properly.
The sidewalks are full. The citizens are still transitioning - some still in scarves, some in boots and hats. Others (perhaps those who did not leave the house in the uncertain morning to attend work, but who had free time to assess where the weather was going) are also out in full force, dressed for the sun. Jeans and high-heels and sexy tops that cut in a straight line across your shoulder and chest.
Pleasure is in the air smelling like cotton candy vape smoke, weed, ground coffee, salt, Victoria's Secret body lotion...all the funhouse reek of downtown Vancouver. But there is also upset because of the sun and the 18 Celsius weather on an unassuming April day and yesterday it was pouring rain. Better plans weren't made in advance for this reprieve of an evening. The winter habits have yet to die, that of rushing home to start dinner. Suddenly the time has arrived to linger on a park bench with old friends or casual acquaintances, drink a Smirnoff Ice a-piece with the knowledge this is how unexpected warm Spring-time Fridays are intended to be spent. There is a hint of anger as people are not ready.