Friday afternoon text messages went something like this:
Me: You busy tonight? Wanna see a movie? Godzilla. Million Dollar Arm. Railway Man.
Her: You pick.
Her: Meet for dinner first?
Me: K. I think I feel like a Disney flick tonight.
Me: BP @ 5:30?
Me: It's stopped raining. Should we go for a walk instead?
Her: It's a healthier choice. Where?
Me: Along a body of water. A seawall walk.
Her: Vancouver? Tsawwassen? Point Roberts?
We got there at 7 pm.
(Thank goodness it's still light til 9. I friggen love this time of year.)
And we started walking.
Then whooosh. Just like that (*snaps fingers) it felt like we were on vacation.
No, for real. Seriously.
We both had memories of the Cotswold's as we wandered around this picturesque town. (So if a holiday in England isn't in your budget, an evening in Steveston is the next best thing.)
|Irises in front of an old church, now a Thrift Shop|
|CUTE shops. Lots of them.|
|Statues outside The Cannery|
|Another Friday night. Another map. Hahaha.|
|Unexpected fields of lupine in the meadow.|
|Bike paths around the point.|
|A romantic place to kiss. And kiss. And kiss. (This particular kiss? Lasted forever and ever. I think he must've just proposed.)|
|Half hour later, they were still entwined.|
|This in particular? Reminded me of the lavender fields in the Cotswold's.|
|Lupine. Acres and acres of purple drifts.|
|Bike and walking path along the dyke.|
|Fields of buttercups.|
|Looking west into the sunset.|
|The wharf. For fish n chips.|
1. Spontaneous plans that turn out fun.
2. Friends who like to live in the moment.
3. Purple flowers.