This morning I started my day with a bit of an oof.
I had to be up and out of bed, and then out the door, in a short amount of time. It was a bit chaotic. I hadn’t planned it this way (none of us had). I thought I’d be up earlier (dang dark Canadian winter!). I thought the nurse would’ve been on time (dang Vancouver traffic!). I thought I would be able to have breakfast and coffee before I left the house (dang everything!).
I was wrong.
I was up late, just barely shy of 8am. The nurse did not arrive on time, but this ended up being a good thing because it meant I was at least able to get into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth and pull my hair into some manner of something presentable. I grabbed a banana, got dressed, and was in the car before I knew it.
My dear friend (sister? she feels like a sister) showed me where the house was and which entrance to use. She dropped me off at Bean Around the World.
AHHHHHHHHHH.
Repeat after me: In-stant heh-vennnnn.
It was warm inside — almost steamy. There was a line-up. (Note: I did not say queue. I have been in Canada 2+ weeks now.) I got in line. They had almond milk. They had ALMOND MILK! Well, I am in Vancouver, so of *course* they have almond milk. I ordered a large almond milk latte. It was hot, creamy, and beautiful.
It was raining.
(This is Vancouver, after all.)
It was cold.
I was glad I had the puffy coat *and* an umbrella.
I walked the short 5 minutes to the house, let myself in the gate, and waited under the awning out of the rain, sipping my coffee.
Sipping my coffee.
It was beautiful. All of it: the rain, the coffee, the air, the water, the quiet, the rain, the coffee.
After another 5 minutes, the contractors arrived, and I let them in, and all was sorted, and I was no longer needed, and I was offered a ride back home, and I declined, and…
I walked home.
In the rain.
Sipping my coffee.
It was beautiful.
