A look at the scenes that make up the purgatorial season where the weather doesn't know what it wants to be.
It’s that time of year again, when the weather enters that purgatorial phase that is not-quite-winter but not-quite-spring. While the end of Fake Spring and the start of Real Spring can be difficult to pin down, Torontoist took an illustrated look at the scenes that accompany the season, and have us wondering what we can actually wear outside.
There is always that guy who wants to be the first to wear shorts and a muscle tee. Don’t be that guy, because he is silly, and not in the good way.
Then there’s the local that tries to open up their patio a bit too early. It’s the restaurant equivalent of the dude in shorts and a muscle tee, because it seems desperate for a time that has not yet come. And it’s just a bit depressing, because it reminds us of what we’re missing.
Speaking of depressing, an annual rite of Fake Spring is to cheer for the Leafs to lose games, because they’re not going to make the playoffs, and so at least they can get a higher draft pick. With this logic, if we just manage to lose enough games, maybe the fans’ Job-like faith, if not the team’s good works, can be rewarded? For the time being, we can soothe ourselves with the knowledge that when the Leafs are mathematically eliminated from the playoffs, we get good weather.
It might not feel like winning, but at least it means we don’t have to fear the outside world for the next little while.