Date: May 19th, 2014
Location: Edmonton, Canada
It had been a long and bitterly cold winter. The last of the snow finally melted little more than a week ago and even that was mostly due to the recent near-torrential downpours. The Victoria Day long-weekend, often the starter pistol for the summer, was equally as bleak. The campgrounds, which were usually bustling with the overly eager this time of year, were largely ghost towns as most of the city spent their weekend holed up in their houses, watching re-runs of The Walking Dead. It was as if the city had been in a coma for 6 months and refused to stir. That is, until today. As dawn broke, the late-spring sun rose unobscured on the early morning horizon. A cloudless sky and a warm, gentle breeze lured a pale and blurry-eyed population out of their hibernation and for the first time in months the city seemed alive. People walked their dogs, cleaned their yards and relaxed outside with warm conversation and cold beverages. Though spring may have officially began nearly two months ago, here and now were the first visible signs of it.
As the day comes to a close, we find ourselves at The Canadian Brewhouse, a modest sports bar on Edmonton’s north side. It is May 19th, 2014 and a group of friends have been lured to the bar’s patio by the first warm day of the year. An evening of free nachos and frosted tankards of beer comes to a close as the sun begins to set and our group reluctantly gather their belongings in preparation for the trek home…