I'm feeling more wicked and even guilty, right now now, and less of the sublime, looking over at these coastal mountains on the Vancouver mainland -- while these mountains aren't the specific sites of the 2010 Winter Olympics, they're representative. And while the briefly-appearing winter sun is illuminating some snow on those mountaintops, that cloud above them will be releasing mainly rain, with sea-level temperatures between 8 degrees and 11 (Celsius, that is), and thus little chance that it will be cold enough for snow even at Whistler-Blackcomb elevations.
And while you won't catch me sporting the red Olympic mittens, and while I would have preferred that the money poured into our Olympics went to addressing homelessness and education, and while our Forces could do so much better deployed in Haiti (where a good-sized contingent of them will be helping out anyway) than guarding against terrorism on the ski slopes, I can't help sympathize with all of those who have worked for years toward these few weeks. As long as they can keep it on the hills, I truly wouldn't begrudge them a few feet of fresh snow by the beginning of February.
After all, that would be all the better for my view and my photographs . . .