Summer is here.
And I couldn't be more delighted.
Coincidently, the sun has reappeared this weekend as well. Perfect timing.
Six of us celebrated the last day of Spring on Friday evening by going out for dinner and a walk in White Rock. It was a beautiful night.
Then today we celebrated the first day of Summer by spending it at Kits Beach in Vancouver.
There were a couple hours this afternoon/evening where I was alone with just my thoughts, a book, a bag of nuts and a thousand strangers to watch. I loved every second. Even though I was the oldest person on the beach. And probably the oldest person in all of Kitsalano.
Those logs at the beach are perfect as back rests, for when one sits in front of them on the sand. And they are equally as perfect as a foot stool for when one sits behind them on a folding chair. I say this because I experienced and appreciated it both ways.
At 8 pm, Sandra was back, so I changed out of my tanning clothes in the front seat of Rick's tiny car, parked in the lot across from the tennis courts. I felt like a 16 year old, because I think that's the last time I did that.
We ate supper at the Boathouse because we needed an unobstructed view of the setting sun. It was glorious. I was woefully underdressed; messy hair in a bad pony tail, sunburnt nose, yoga pants, tank top, and pink flip flops. Oy
According to the internet, the last bit of light would fade to darkness at 11:07 pm, so we decided to watch it disappear from the walkway on the Burrard St Bridge.
So we walked there...
And then we walked back.
A magical evening.
I love summer nights.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Weekends like this.