Today I love sleeping until ten and then getting up to find it is seven o’clock, local time. I love being that guy who shakes cab driver’s hands and compliments people when they least expect it. I love morning walks in neighborhoods that are only temporarily mine. I love that we came here to see the sights and this morning’s sight is fog, and that’s okay because it is something that this place is somewhat known for. I love the soul deep smell of ocean water that makes me feel like I can breathe again, even though I still can’t quite breathe as well as I think I should be doing. I love the taste of walking through a cloud when the cloud ceiling is at ground level, love that we walked out on a pier and the fog was so thick that we couldn’t see the end from the beginning nor the beginning from the end. I love that the place we’re staying at is full of shoreline walkways and statuary and informational placards and sculpture and benches and tables and views that must be there somewhere just beyond the fog. I love kidding you all about the views, they’re there, I saw them last night at eleven o’clock, home time which was only eight here. I love that I can tell where the sun is by the pewter and gold smudge in the cloud and fog cover, and it is definitely still morning, though it is afternoon right now back home.
Today I love the plans we have for the next few days, which are all very tentative as to exact times, but very determined when it comes to intent. We intend to be adventurous even if we do some of the more touristy things here. We intend to see the Butchart Gardens and enjoy experiencing the vision of people who came from our city of Owen Sound in Ontario and created gardens here on Vancouver Island. I love that we have already been down to the ocean’s edge which is maybe thirty yards away from our hotel room balcony at low tide, and maybe 28 at high tide, I’ll report back on that if my estimates are in error.
Today I love breakfast on the road. I love contemplating rental cars. I love that we’re discussing the possibility of getting an electric car, but are doubtful of the option being available. I love that we live at a time when things thought of today are options for tomorrow. I love that a memory of my teenage buddy making himself an electric minibike forty years ago just sprang to mind. I love that it had no accelerator and no brake, so it went flat out right from the moment he plugged it in, but fortunately he couldn’t find an extension cord that was long enough for him to keep going though the dining room and the full length of his living room. We were pretty crazy back then, and man do I love that.
Today I love sitting on a balcony, drinking coffee by a rhododendron and admiring the foggy ocean view.