Our day yesterday was a full one, one of many when I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. Little things went right, like going back to the exact spot in Stanley Park where we had left Black Jack's tiny water dish the day before, and finding it still there. Bill and I were happy to find it, even though it is just a plastic container. But it was the big things, the being with someone I love, the beauty around us, the feeling of inner peace that I recognized and appreciated. Those things are truly precious.
The one on the left was Tex. Yes, Theresa, I thought of you :)
A young couple went by and I admired her mermaid tattoo. She was from Germany and I believe he was from Sweden. We had a short but warm conversation with them that I remember with fondness. They were enjoying a return trip to Vancouver after spending a few years here when they were younger.
A cyclist sat for a moment by the ocean and a small boy had the ride of his life..
Reading aloud to each other later in the evening, we didn't even have to rise..