After a busy morning, I slowed down to enjoy a mid-after- noon early supper at Cosmos in White Rock.
It had been raining earlier, but as I drove down the steep hill of Oxford Street, the sky cleared and the sun came out.
A brisk wind had blown up and shafts of sunlight shone through the green translucent water, as big white-capped waves raced toward the shore. Away from the shallow beach, the water was grey, and the horizon line was blurred and softened by cloud.
In the restaurant, I enjoyed the warmth of sunbeams reaching across the table, and this beautiful pattern of light on my paper, still pristine before I filled it with the relief and meditation of scribbled words.
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