To escape how futile asking for an apology, I leave it behind and head out for a great escape.
One just has to look at the surrounding environment and soak in the beauty what it has to offer. It is free for the asking. It’s priceless. I am off to follow the yellow brick road in Granville Island for a scavenger hunt.
Granville Island is a paradise.
It has a market, buskers, picnic stations for private parties, and plenty of friends in the pond. There is family of ducks and geese, turtles, pigeons and a red-winged black bird that I hear yet hidden from sight. I could hear its screeching call.
Tuck in the corner, there is a private party going on. I wonder if they need another person to celebrate, just a thought. Time passed by without noticing how many hours I was here. The last time I looked at my watched it was 4 p.m. Next thing I know it was 7 p.m.
Goodness gracious, my furry friends are hungry, must go home to feed my beasts. Ah, what a great escape.