today was exceptional. that was the very first day since the break had started that i was alone. not lonely. alone. and i think i wanted, needed such day.
i woke up pretty early today, around 9, ate breakfast and took the skytrain to commercial station. it's about half an hour, maybe three quaters of an hour from sfu burnaby mountain campus. it's a wonderful, lively place. but about commercial drive itself some other time. today i decided to hike up broadway from commercial to ubc (those of you who know vancouver just a little bit you know that this distance takes almost an hour on an express bus b-99. just to give you an idea).
so i went. very relaxed and chilled. the weather was not too good, but at least it wasn't raining.
before today i was on broadway once. with daina buying bedlinens and that sort of stuff at the very beginning. i explored. i entered every intersting store, especially thrift and book stores, ate awesome sushi and it was all wonderful. my soul was very quiet, very peaceful, very much in its own essence.
without worrying about a thing i hiked broadway until it turned into 8th avenue. since it started raining i dropped the idea of going all the way to ubc. but i couldn't go back to sfu, not seeing the ocean from this side of the city. i was fullfiling all the craves that came up today. i sat on the log on the beach, looked at the waves.
i had no idea of time. i abandoned my watch in the residence hall. it was slowly getting dark, so from the beach i took bus number 4 to alma street. there i thankfully found a liquor store where i bought a bottle of french brandy (which, btw, i am enjoying right now writing all this). nearby i spotted a nice coffee shop so i ordered mexican dark roast coffee served by a very cute canadian girl. having had a short chat with her i sat down on a very comfortable arm chair and while enjoying the coffee i was reading "the stories of the happy people" by lars gustafsson (yes, a swede).
when i left the little coffee shop it was already dark. waiting for the bus i engaged myself in a conversation about life and death with a completely hammered bum. then the bus came. number 84, to vcc clark station.
when i came back to the room i found out that it was 7:00pm! nothing, i said to myself. is there anything for me to hurry today? i made dinner from rice leftovers i had in the fridge and polish sasuage. it was delicious.
it was a very exceptional day, indeed. very thoughtful and happy.
