Hasn’t it been said that sleeping is dying a little?
Well I guess it’s a good thing that I’ve been spending my last few nights up and about, then. Between the late evening walks through the downtown streets watching the city interact with its people, the middle-of-the-night trips to the Main St. coffee shop that last hours as I’m wildly fencing at some ridiculous programming issue like trying to install a character map plugin to Serendipity’s HTMLArea editor or adjusting an obscure aspect of the blog’s template, and the early morning runs in which energy is borrowed not from my own depleted resources but from those of a dawning day, it seems I don’t do much sleeping at all…
So this morning I’m happily enjoying a hybrid latté I fixed myself at work – even though I’m off today – looking down at the quiet city on this Easter Monday.
The weather is unsettled; multilayered clouds cast strange silhouettes in the tormented sky and the air is still chilly. It will warm up though, and where I’m going I won’t need that much sunshine.
If I’m killing time up here it’s just because I’m waiting for the… tide to come down. Destination: the White Rock beaches, which I would like to hit at low tide. With close to four meters of variation, the local tides have a huge impact on flat sandy shorelines and I’m hoping for a tidal pool heaven.
So Eva gives me a fantastic looking bowl of her homemade spicy-sweet salad, which I decide to pack up for a later pick nick. White Rock, here I come.
[To be continued…]