I'm looking down West 41st, once again accompanied by the memory of my favourite travel companion, Jason. No, he's not really here and I truly hope he's at peace.
At different times over many Christmas and summer holidays spent in Vancouver, he and I walked, hand in hand, down West 41st enjoying some of the little specialty stores and sidewalk cafes. We crossed the East and West Boulevards (it's actually Arbutus Street, I think, but, in this area, the signs simply say "West Boulevard" and "East Boulevard").
A long band of green space in the middle divides the boulevards and an unused (at least by a train) track runs down the middle amongst the greenery. Only children and walkers use this now. What is it about train tracks that make it irresistable to me and others?
Going down the streets off the main road, mature trees stand majestically. I walk by where my sister and her husband once lived while still living in Vancouver. The street and area is still beautiful with character houses--some being renovated.
As usual, I feel Jason's actual absence, but am determined to enjoy it and dream for the both of us. I sit outside a cafe, nursing an iced mocha and watch people going back and forth, feeling happy and energized as time goes by.
A lone feather, at the time I'm writing this has landed on my foot. Vancouver has a great many birds, especially seabirds so I don't react at first, but it's alone. Who knows? I remember once Jason told me he wanted to come back as an Eagle!