I am soooo tired. It's embarassing, but I think I've got some form of jet lag from the three-hour time difference.

Of course, I did stay out pretty late on Sunday night. Lisa, Jonny, Kristen, Jordan and I hula-hooped and danced our way into a street party in Vancouver's art district, with the works - multi-coloured lights every where, a live band, and a nice mix of old and young folks just dancing their hearts out. Then Jordan disappeared for a while and returned with three tubs of Hagen Daz ice cream. I am officially smitten by Vancouver and the kick-ass crowd out there.

My last hour was spent eating breakfast on the beach in Kitsilano. The mood was light and I was pleased with the company and the view, and was accepting of the end of my trip. But then we all piled up in the car and drove to the airport, and I had to look away suddenly to hide my unexpected tears and quivering lip. I can't quite explain, except to say that my time in Alberta and BC was exquisite, a true balance of what one should gain from time off. It was magical and a new breath of life was infused into me.

Change is in the air. I've seen it dancing above and around me these past few weeks. I wish only to find a way to grasp and take hold of it, so that it may stay alive this fall and beyond...