We’ve had some grey days in Vancouver this week and I’ve been feeling it.
I’m ready for the sun, the light, the intensity and the subtlety of it. I’m ready to be overwhelmed by it.
I’m ready for skirts and sandles, for sitting in the grass and for the shade even been warm.
But it isn’t here yet.
What is a bit of a saving grace in this grey stretch is the pink. The puddles of pink encircling the bottom of a tree.
The perfection of the way a complete bloom falls face up on the ground and stops me in my tracks.
The pattern in which the petals fall, creating natural and evolving art.
The way an entire street can be covered in cherry blossoms as though it were fresh snow.
I’ve been mainly carrying my iphone on these rainy days and here’s a bit of the pink helping me get through the grey.
