The magnolia's are blooming everywhere now.
I was tempted to take pictures of the people taking pictures of the magnolias.
Everywhere in Vancouver eyes were lifted to the trees above that are heavy with pink blooms.
As I crossed streets. . .
I looked down the street to see the blossom lined streets.
I've felt the lack of the Olympics along with my fellow Canadians.
The city was once again quiet with the muted colors of jackets, coats and sweaters that are more typical of Canadian attire.
There was no singing of O Canada in the streets ...
and chatting with people as we strolled seemed once again a bit of a stretch.
I met no one that was happy with the change.
As I chatted with sales people and waiters .. .
I knew that the city was surely suffering from post Olympic doldrums.
I saw one partly famous person .. at least in our parts. .
but not famous enough to remember to post our picture op ..
maybe I'll remember tomorrow.
It made me think again . . .
that life is wonderful and easy on the top of the mountain ...
but it is who we are when the party is over. .
when life is a daily routine. . .
when we are at home alone. .
that where our heart is ..