Summer Arrives

I have always loved summer in the city. I especially love being at English Bay, which to me is the hub of summer in the West End. There is a palpable change in the energy as the sun draws out crowds of people…strolling the streets, lounging at the beach, biking and blading the seawall. It feels to me like I’m on a permanent vacation, with the beach as my own backyard. As I have always said, it only takes one day of sunshine to make us “wet” coasters forget it has ever rained here a day in our lives. And it seems that the sunshine has announced its arrival, and with it summer is here. I have finally been able to pack away the scarves, mittens and toques. No more winter coats. Flip flops are the choice of footwear and my jeans hang untouched in my closet, traded for shorts and Capri's. Windows stay open and the heat is off. And I sit on my patio as I write this, with blue sky above, looking out to the ocean, the entrance to Stanley Park, the mountains now green in the background, and I think “Yes, this is why I live here. Why would one want to live anywhere else?”