Sometimes I forget how beautiful a place I live until, even in the most hectic “run-to-get-the-ferry”, harried, frenzied day.  Then at the pitch of the craziness I remember to look up.  And when I take the opportunity to look up – this is what I see – then I remember.  Over the weekend I took the opportunity to go to a motorcycle show. It was part of a “too-cheap-to-pass-up” deal.  The price was something I liked.  But when you do something like that, you have to adhere to someone else’s schedule.  “Only so much time here…” or “..you only have 15 min before we have to leave…”.  etc.  It is a small price to pay for someone else doing all the driving, negotiating rush hour traffic in Vancouver and VIP to the front door service.  On the way home though, as we were dashing in to get a meal before running to the bus to catch the ferry home, I took a moment to stop and admire the coastal mountains.  The snowline was so very apparent.  As was the sun playing peek-a-boo between the clouds.  It was truly beautiful.