While I'm marking, doing what must be done to clear the way for that happiness to find me, I thought I'd take you on last Saturday's run with me around my beloved Stanley Park Seawall in Vancouver.
Siwash Rock, an inspiration in its testimony to human generosity, marks the turning point back into the East, to face Vancouver (and, indeed, the rest of the continent) again, after the open expanse of water facing the West, toward Vancouver Island, and beyond . . .
Soon, I'll pass the Children's Playground, a bit sombre in the rain, but still holding some echoes of summer fun under its seaside sprinklers
Then I round another corner to run under this marine light, which never fails to make me feel I'm enjoying an exotically West Coast run. . .
I'll get to work on finding some Christmas spirit (in fact, I have a few new Christmas CDs to accompany my marking), but meanwhile, you know that I thought about you all through my weekend run.
So does the Christmas spirit have you running? Through the malls, through your lists, through the batches of baking? What's making you Christmas-merry -- or keeping you from it? Do tell, in the spirit of the season . . .