It won't be evident except for northerners anywhere but the West Coast but this is what Vancouver looks like at Christmas. Moss-covered pavers, colored leaves, birds, bare trees atop tall buildings and sailboats and scarves on the beach. And, a rare thing for me to behold, a sunrise.
Some of my favorite views? There's my mama and I at the bridge we fell off on bike and toddler seat in Central Park when I was 3. All these years, she thought I was scream-crying about falling into 3 inches of water, when I was really upset about the scary looking stranger-man [all men were scary to me as a child - I'm working on it!] coming to our rescue.
And that's childhood Katie-bestie & her English lovelies after an altogether-too-late-but-precious-reunion at English Bay where Kate & I used to buy bagels and look for boys. My daughter took an instant shining to little 3yo H and spoke in her best Charlie & Lola voice, that is to say, English accent for the rest of the day.
I love friends.