I gotta confess, I have a bad case of the Chinook blues. For those of you not familiar with a chinook, it’s a dry, forceful wind created in the downward sloping, rain shadow east of the Canadian Rocky mountains. (I always believed that ‘chinook’ meant snow eater, but wikipedia informs me that this is not true; instead, the screaming winds are named after an aboriginal people further west. What would we do without wikipedia?) See, the thing with Chinook winds is that they can eat chunks of snow in an hour, raising temperatures and hopes that spring is just around the corner. But this is Alberta. If we forget our special geography, February is lurking with -30C days just around the corner, stealing our breath in one quick, icy hand as soon as we step out our front door.
But now, it feels like spring…the Earth is warm and brown, and it is hard to be in the office in front of the very synthetic glow of my computer screen when the promise of seasonal change whispers outside.