Snow in Vancouver is a rarity more often than naught.

but even the most minimal amount can make due for anyone that loves the season.

Take this little snow man waiting for a bus. A companion in wait, keeping you company till the 144 arrives to take you to school. A mossy little hat and a twig like nose. much attune to being an ornament of nature.

It’s stay is welcome, but it knows the rain will soon come to wash it away.

Spending most of my life in Central Canada, it’s probably the one season I miss the most. Snow ball fights, street hockey, hot cocoa on a ski-coo while ice-fishing. There’s something about snow that just excites adventure and fun.

But in Vancouver, if you blink you’ll miss it…

At the very least sit on it.