Snow Dancing

My sister sent me this email the other day and it was too good not to share with you:

So I woke up this morning, all groggy-eyed and sleepy to look out the window at the weather and here's what I saw. Now, typically, the only people I tend to see are eager-beaver morning joggers pounding the pavement on Point Grey Road in their Sugoi spandex running tights and Vancouver-quintessential, water repellent running jackets. With our snowfall of late, there wasn't a jogger in sight. Certainly not a surprise, I thought to myself, especially with all the black ice accumulated on the sidewalks over the past two weeks. There was, however, this crazy chick wearing a strapless Victorian-style red velvet dress prancing around the front yard. It is unfortunate that my point-and-shoot didn't quite capture the spectacle or vibrancy of the red dress against the pure, white, fresh-driven snow. It was pretty trippy to see firsthand so I took a few snapshots knowing you might not believe me. Who said the West End gets all the weirdos?? I'm not sure how you spent your morning, but I spent mine drinking coffee, watching the crazy chick twirling around my yard. Maybe the malbec I drank last night was laced with hallucinogens. Who knows. But this is one morning in the life of this Kitsilano girl.