sixty five

 

I am grateful for the gift of an unexpectedly perfect rainy morning today. A parking at the surf club (not an easy score these days), glimpses of sunshine at the right moments, a 5km nonstopshuffle (not an easy target for me these days) in the exquisite National park with special friends, a perfect le Monde coffee with lots of laughs, and a few perfectly extravagant purchases at Askew on Hastings. I am grateful for unexpectedly indulgent mornings. Just perfect.