Morning Walk

Winter Sunrise in Coal Harbour, a photo by Ayala Moriel on Flickr.

"Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere, i've looked at cloud that way.
But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone.
So many things i would have done but clouds got in my way.

I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions i recall.
I really don't know clouds at all".

In contrast to yesterday's crying skies, bright sunrise graced this morning, improving the moods of the city's inhabitants.

I walked down Bute street for my daily faux "morning commute", and was bemused by the shapes of clouds and vapours on the horizon. Growing up with no TV, there were times when watching the clouds was our most exciting past time - second only to the daily sunset "shows" that coloured the horizon in all imaginable hues.

The rising sun's rays diffused through glass towers and other man-made obstacles to the East. But they can't stop it from making the grass of Harbour Green Park look greener, and the white sails and decks of the yachts at the marina look brighter and more ready to sail.


But strangely enough, it was the sounds of the harbour that captured my heart today. And that's what I want to write about before climbing up to my den and continue my harbour perfume composition. In contrast to the disturbing construction uphill on Bute street, the humming of engines; the crackling of the waves approaching the marina and collapsing against the decks, boats and rocks; the sloshing sounds of the trails left in the wake of marine birds and seaplanes descending onto the water -- embracing these sounds around me assured me that living in the moment knows no fear and embarking on any journey beings with a single step, a single breath and a single pure and simple intention.