Vancouver, we slowly transition
Winter mornings in Vancouver is picturesque. Sunday morning at 8am and the air is fresh, cold and clean. The light layer of tiny crystalized frost over the grass and atop the roofs of houses marks the start of the winter season. The world has yet to be awakened. The streets are still and quiet, free of noise. The people fast asleep, dreaming. There is a beauty in solitude.
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