This is the reason I walked for three hours this morning. Yep – Mink chocolate. It really is that good. I refuse to discuss how much money I spent at the shop. Let’s just say that the ONLY reason I brought a backpack to Vancouver was so that I could fill it with Mink bars and not have to carry the thousand kilo bag in my hand when I was done shopping.
Disclaimer: I didn’t shop just for me. I always include an order for Kathleen – after all, she does me the great honour of putting up with me when I’m in town. And I didn’t forget that Chris wanted a bar. And I may have given a passing thought to Simon. Yeah, I know, a bar here and there. Confession: the VAST majority of what is in that backpack is mine and, as a matter of fact, I have just eaten an entire bar of it: organic, fair trade, rich, dark, creamy, luscious, orgasmic (as opposed to organic), taste bud tingling deliciousness!
I took the sky train and bus back. Needed a nap. Had one. Need a shower before getting dressed and driving south of the border to a birthday party.
Let’s get philosophical for just a minute. I left the house at about 9 in sunshine, under blue skies and with that amazing cool ocean breeze blowing. Spring. This is the kind of spring I have missed so much. The green – oh, the amazing green all around me. Magnolias were dripping heavy blossoms. The apples and cherries are already done but gardens were overflowing with golden alyssum, tulips and all the early flowering rock garden plants I can’t think the names of at the moment, all whites, every shade of blue and purple. Camellias were dropping their petals on the sidewalk.
Everyone was out in shorts and t-shirts: biking, running, sipping coffee on sidewalk patios, shopping, walking babies in strollers – Granville Island was in full festive mode. Music on every street corner. Kayaks, sailboats and dragon boats on the water.
It was Vancouver at its best. It was the West Coast at its most glorious. I’m not saying I want to live in a city (I do not) but the coast is a wonderful place. This is the spring I have missed.
And so it was a lovely morning walk. I gave my brain a break from thinking, which was rather delightful. And even now, I don’t want to give it too much time to analyze. I am simply soaking up the sun and the colours. No grey anywhere. The world out there is like a kaleidoscope.
And I want to go out into it boldly, bravely and above all, with immense joy and passion. I want to live my life in colour, full-blown, excited colour.
I have this sense of what it feels like. The practical bits? I don’t have a clue.