I Can Feel It In My Bones

I'm here!

And on my first day "home" yesterday this quirky little car tickled my funny bone, with its bulbous headlight eyes and humpbacked shape, slightly reminiscent of a Citroen 2CV, but hailing from the Orient.  It was parked in front of a yoga studio because this is, after all, Lotus Land where everyone dresses like they're on their way to a yoga class or a mountain hike or a double latté.

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Yes, that's right, beautiful British Columbia.  For many years it was referred to on the license plates and tourist ads as Super Natural British Columbia but I think that terminology must have become politically incorrect in recent times.  Some folks, after all, are fundamentally afraid of anything smacking of the supernatural. 

A golden dawn greeted me this morning.

I ate up the view from my bedroom window.

The frosted rooftops glistened against the golden sponge cake sky with its marzipan clouds.
Or was it a golden pancake sky with whipped cream clouds?
Guess I was hungry for breakfast.

The day begged for a walk.  I peered at the piers at the bottom of the street.  It's astounding what the proximity to a shoreline can do to increase the amount of zeros in a property's price tag, judging from the local real estate ads,  but the view from little access points like this is free.

Private property here so I didn't take a long walk
 on the short pier.

Although it was sunny, the air was chilly.



   People are fond of saying that the southwest coast, in spite of its temperate climate, feels colder than the frigid clime of the eastern winter because the west has a damp cold while the east a dry one.  I don't know which is preferable, damp toes or a frozen nose?  I think I'll stay a spell and do a little more research...