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Yes, it will be a rough night, being here in his house, on Father’s Day, on my own, but that’s okay. These tears too will pass. Continue reading
One week to go. How have three weeks gone by already? So many of the things I thought I’d have done by now have been lost to gazing at the ocean. Every evening I find myself transfixed by a glimpse of glowing sky and water caught between buildings. The warmth of the light is so compelling I’ll just stop and stare at the waves and melting sun. Every attempt to capture this nightly beauty, be it in words or pictures, has failed miserably. It can’t be contained in description and photographs fall flat. This magic can’t be isolated and recorded. Too many elements contribute, clouds, sky, sun, waves, fishing boats that bob in the light, the white buildings topped by terracotta. They all play a part and shift in the glow.
(This post was written and a week before leaving Puerto Vallarta and sat in my drafts until today. We have been back in Vancouver for three days and are settling back into the routines of everyday life. Soon there will be more about our Mexican adventures – there is so much I haven’t shared, sitting at a computer was too far down the line of priorities but now feels much more productive.)
It is another beautiful day in this city of mine. Vancouver has blessed us with a spectacular summer and the sun continues on into September. Yes, there has been some rain in recent weeks but it came with some amazing thunder storms – the kind that fill you with energy and renewed awe of nature. Today, the sun is shinning as I sit on my patio but the temperatures are cooling. In the shade I can tell that my “summer office” will soon have to close for the season and return to the confines of the apartment. A linen cardigan keeps the breeze from my shoulders but my toes are calling for socks and I find myself rubbing my hands. Soon enough I’ll head out for some errands and feel the sun’s warmth but on this side of the building it is chilly.
The chill doesn’t bother me though and there’s good reason for that. Fall is my favorite wardrobe of year. All those hand-knit scarves, hats, and gloves that were tucked away for the summer months get to rejoin life. This year I have another reason to appreciate the shift in seasons, we are following the birds and flying south.
We are migrating to Mexico for a month! It will be somewhat of a working vacation but a month in the tropics is a month in the tropics. I have great plans of lounging in the sun, writing, knitting, reading, relaxing, and exploring. It has been another stressful year and I anticipate it will take the first two weeks just to de-stress. By the time we return I will have a fresh coat of bronze, the tension will be gone from my body and I’ll be ready to take on the world again.
The migration commences in just over two weeks. Expect to hear lots about it, I can think of little else.