The tide was out at Third Beach in Stanley Park, Vancouver and it created a moonscape with rocks slick with the moss of the sea. The puddles reflected as they explored the rocks, looking out to the ocean, to the ships that created a background reminding me of a Peter Pan-esque adventure to be had. We started here.
The forest was full of heavy rain soaked trees, their trunks sometimes big enough to house the littlest one. She could have gotten lost in them. There was a cocoon like warmth to the woods that hugged us as we walked and explored a little off the path. We told stories here, and laughed, and maybe even one of us cried. By accident. 😉
The cherry blossoms had begun to rain down. I visited only a few days before and they were hanging heavy on the trees, ready to drop. We got there just in time. We sat and marvelled at the beauty of the blossoms. I sat and marvelled at the beauty of them.