Vancouver has all four. Less intense perhaps than other parts of Canada where the snow extends into April and spring is life after death; here it’s life after boredom. It’s a fashionable town, our changes are mostly what we wear.
Since I’m a geek I need something with pockets always, for the camera and phone and wallet. In summer it’s a Tilley Outback. In the cold months it’s a leather jacket, once expensive with a famous Italian name that I’m not gonna drop here, only I had the lining and internal pockets replaced because there weren’t enough, and the outside is beat up and looks way better than new. In months between, a thin no-label black department-store synthetic jacket that I like best of all because its entire lack of any sensibility whatever seems its own statement: you have to look at my face.
Today I took the baby in the stroller to the butcher, buying beef for Sunday’s dinner guests. I had to wear the leather, hence the title.