Guess what it’s doing outside? Pouring. Grey, chilly, very wet. The poor kids – there were many thousands this afternoon celebrating 4/20 just down the street from Bruce’s place. He and I walked there, through the very smokey air, the hundreds of little booths selling kush, cookies, brownies, paraphernalia … and munchies. How times have changed. But then came the rain, and of course, most of those kids have no umbrellas. A lot of wet puppies.
So I’m glad to leave Vancouver as it was when I came 30 days ago. In between, a few days of heavenly sun. But let’s not forget, there’s a lot of this here.
Bruce and I have lunched and dined, and now he’s off seeing his nephew and my friend Angus play the piano, as Bruce used to, as an accompanist for a difficult Strauss opera. I am having a quiet night in, listening to the rain.
It has been wonderful. Usually I’m returning around now from Europe – Paris, the south of France, maybe Italy with Bruce. Instead, the gorgeous wet west coast of Canada, where I bathed in the forest, got a lot of work done in the peaceful sweet air, and spent time with a number of great friends. Grateful for it all.
Grateful for home tomorrow. And they say the snow may have nearly melted.