Built on a high cliff, White Rock overlooks the peninsula, the view is spectacular. No matter which way you go, as long as you head downwards, all roads lead to the beach. On the way home from work yesterday, the ocean glistened and glittered like so many sea diamonds. It's milky jade surf receding from the beach to reveal treasures sunken in the sand. It was definitely a"Carpe diem" moment. One that would leave regret as only a bitter memory in the mind if you did not seize it. I grabbed the camera, talked Gar into coming along, and for the cost of a $1.00 parking fee, had the absolute best windy good time.
It was cold, but sunny as we pushed our way through the wind, towards the ocean, passed by seagulls on crab patrol. Tidal ponds rippled in the wind, while the ocean threw sparkling jewels at us.
Hands seeking warmth in each other's, jackets molded to bodies by the wind, words snatched before they could be uttered, it was a exhilarating and refreshing walk over sand that shone as sunlight caused miniature reflections on mica. We finished our walk just before the meter ran out, windblown, rosy cheeked and sand encrusted. A empty beach tracked with footprints the only record of our pleasure
