i went down to the river...

walking along the fraser river. i have a little space to take walks in the morning, or the afternoon. a little space to think. a little space to breathe. a little space to see. it's february. there is that smell of the wet marshy flats, combined with the cool scent of the river, & jets flying by, tugs tugging.

a gramma & granddaughter playing in gumboots with the waves made by the tugs. giggles and snacks and a stuffed bear on the blanket, waiting.

so many happy dogs, frolicking in the sand, in and out of the water, barking, owners calling to no response. friendly "hellos" to those walking by. a sense of lightness and expansion that comes with taking the time to walk down by the river.