It's frickin' hot out there. As usual I waffled over running with my water belt. As usual I drank almost all my water during my 10k.
I would just like to say thank you jebus for Kits men in the summer, with all their shirtless goodness. And for the guys with the nice fitting shirts and the tattoos that are playing with their dogs in lush green parks (I almost ran into a pole). I knew there was a reason I kept coming back to Kits periodically, and we all know it isn't Felix who has hissed at me twice and is currently sulking under the bed. Maybe he won't lick me tonight. That would be a tragedy.
You can't be in a bad mood on a day like this, running down 4th Avenue from Blanca and seeing all the little white boats and the big freighters in the bay, the shimmering downtown skyline juxtaposed against the green carpeted mountains. Vancouver is a beautiful city.
And then, sitting on the deck with Big D, watching the reflection of the setting in sun mirrored in the tallest building, the Shangri La, as two or three murders of crows flew over our head into the pink dusk, their wings rustling like muslin.
4 comments:
You are so eloquent. I can't figure out why that cat is licking you.... let me ask my sister about that.
No one can figure out Felix.
He is, simply, Felix.
He has many issues, but wants nothing more than to be loved...
My sister thinks it's an alpha cat thing... maybe he forgets who you are since the last visit and wants to put you in your place.
I actually think he has Alzheimers.
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