For one thing, I'm much happier these days, but there are things I miss about my old life. Most notably, I miss the landscape of that young city. Toronto, with it's crumbling bricks, historic mansions, and grime is more me, but the light here is different. Despite the grey skies and fog, the quality of light in Vancouver is really something. It's unexpected. Even on dark days, the world is tinted a lovely blue grey. I miss that.
Consider the picture above, snapped on a drive over the Lions Gate Bridge. Bridge traffic often sucked, but the green of the metal against the low hanging sky never failed to cheer me up.
I often try to emulate the calm grey blue feeling that Vancouver once gave me in my decor. I try and I fail. For some reason, in Toronto, it never really works. Something to do with the quality of the light, I guess.