I recently spent a pleasant afternoon with my father out in Langley, where he lives. First we enjoyed lunch at one of his favourite cheap and cheerful restaurants, and afterwards we took a walk along Nathan Creek (part of the Glen Valley Watersheds).
I love how the dipping sun lit up the clouds.
We noticed my aunt and uncle’s truck parked next to my father’s at the end of our walk. We’d missed them, but it was clear that they were out walking their dog. I can’t say either way but we might have (ahem) momentarily turned into school children and left an anonymous silly note for them under their windshield wiper, and then driven off while laughing at how clever we were. Might have.