The hazy, grey clouds hung low over Oak Bay, temporarily obscuring any glimpse of either the Chatham Islands or Mount Baker. Listening to the waves crash against the shore and watching the sea gulls fight against the strong breeze brought me an overwhelmingly sense of peace and well-being. The heavy, wet air clung like static to the hotel blanket covering my lap.
Sitting outside at the patio table, my steaming cup of earl grey tea had rapidly cooled off. It was February, after all.
My husband, wrapped tight in his white, fleecy robe pushes open the sliding glass doors and steps out onto the concrete deck. Seconds later, he asks me, “How can you sit out here? It’s freezing!” His intolerance makes me smile. Usually I’m the impatient one.
“I just can’t get enough of this place…I want to stay here forever,” I said.
My husband heads back inside our suite, telling me it’s time for his shower. I’m content to stay put and snuggle further under my damp blanket and finish drinking my cold cup of tea. I know that soon it will be time to fly home, but not before one last, long walk along the sea wall….along the TransCanada trail.
You write so well, I feel the damp air, I can smell the ocean air, I am right there with you. I can even taste the cold tea. Beautiful Kim.