The sun shone brightly and for those uninitiated, you would be led to believe that the day was warm and fair. It was not, but it was a beautiful day. And we live 3.5 kms from Stanley Park – Vancouver’s glorious 1000 acre park almost in the heart of the city.
I arose at 7:30, changed into weather thoughtful exercise clothes and waited impatiently for Emile to drag himself out of bed. At 10, I announced with a flourish it was time to go – outside and the sunshine awaited us. He too wore his warm clothes and we set-out. We stuck to the North sides of the street that seemed to have a little more sun and kept our pace quick and brisk.
I was excited to visit the park, though I haven’t been there in probably 20 years. But vague memories crept upon me as I viewed familiar landscapes and the totem poles. We walked quickly, and then as we got to the seawall in Stanley Park, we ran. And we talked and we ran some more. We caught about Emile’s work, and my worries about my department at work, and Christmas and our plans for December and our upcoming vacation.
It was only by noon that I told Emile I was at the hungry stage and moving towards starving that we decided to make our way home. Emile knows that this is where the danger zone begins.
Breakfast was at “The Chef and the Baker” just around the corner from our place – casual enough to accept unshowered people in workout gear, but also nice enough to serve loose chai tea.
November 25th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: A visit to Lord Stanley’s Park and a feeling of contentment and well being.