|Because, when we got there, this was the view.|
A couple of kids arrived just after us, clutched their jackets around themselves, pulled up their hoods, gave up, and left.
|Too wet, too windy, too cold.|
|Front row seating. Free.|
|Last week's stranded boat, now getting tossed about.|
We took a few photos out of the windows, getting the cameras (and ourselves) wet each time we rolled them down, then left; there would be hot tea and coffee waiting for us at Tim's.
As we drove away, the clouds lifted, and the sun came out. By the time we got home, it was blazing down on us out of a clear, blue sky.
The weather gods hate us.