Dear Elizabeth,
I woke up to the pouring rain today. Everything is grey and I cannot see the mountains beyond the bay. There appears to be no end in sight; I am reminded of the final chapters of The Grapes of Wrath. All I can think is "Thank God for my wellies!" My Hunter boots were the single most important purchase I made before moving to Vancouver and I have been so thankful ever since. In a city such as this where any morning you can awaken to something from the Book of Genesis, you need a really solid boot you can rely on to keep your feet dry. Needless to say, being able to carelessly jump in puddles is an added bonus.
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