Its a quintessentially perfect fall day. Chilly gentle breeze mixes with warm sun like the old fashioned sink at Aunty Barb's cottage... one hot tap and one cold tap... perfect tension.
If I close my eyes the seagulls transform the steady sounds of traffic into steady waves, rolling and rolling up the steps at Robson Square. The wind softly wafts up from the water on my face. Sounds are amplified ... pieces of conversations, laughter, footsteps and shopping carts. Muffled shouts from Occupy Vancouver make their way over the art gallery in front of me.
I really could stay here for some time. But I have to pee.
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