I was riding on the bus into Vancouver today and, because of an accident ahead, the bus was moving turtle-like along highway 99. At times like that, I start out feeling a little anxious. I was supposed to meet a friend and then go to get some hearing tests done. My inconvenience was eclipsed, of course, by the inconvenience and trauma suffered by the family at the side of the road with the police. It didn't look like a huge accident, but the family's day was already ruined.
Before I knew of the accident, I took a deep breath and looked outside the window at Deas Slough. Despite the word "slough", it's actually a lovely body of water and I was fortunate to see several teams of rowers steadily moving their boats through water and leaving v-shaped wave patterns behind them. It relaxed me, looking at those rowers.
Before the bus reaches the place where we can see the slough and cafe, the light through the trees acts like a beacon showing the way to a place of calm.