View From The Sixteenth Floor

A gloom sometimes hangs over Vancouver City, a happy place for many despite clouds.

The mugginess and drizzles that come this time of year suit my innermost self perfectly. This type of weather wraps around me like a cozy blanket.

Through the window of an office building downtown, I enjoyed the view from the sixteenth floor. North Shore Mountains (top photo) peeked behind a curtain of gray. I saw roofs of homes alongside ships afloat at False Creek, a narrow inlet in the city. 

Boats unmoored as well as technical issues with my computer and more had me reflecting that sometimes we don't know which direction to take so we stay put even when things feel a little wobbly ...  somewhat like Vancouver House appeared to be but was not. With its twisted design, the creative building stood out among other highrises.

I pondered which apartments bought by investors in this prime area sat empty at a time when affordable housing is hard to find. The B.C. government instigated a slight vacancy tax penalty to discourage such practices. The windows stared back at me blankly from buildings tall as trees cemented at the horizon.

From my window back home, clouds less grim appeared as the day came to a close. The picture below is of our pet who added joy to the holidays and has since passed away. Wishing all those who celebrate a Merry Christmas from our home to yours.

Explore more at SKYWATCH, My Corner of The World and Saturday's Critters. 

Check out my sites: Postcards from Penelope Puddle and Musings of A Puddlist In B.C.

Because the state of our planet is the most pressing issue of our time, link up and learn about the  Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) Report.

HOPE YOUR DAY SPARKLES

Priceless

"Someone has a great fire in his soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but a little smoke ... " - from Van Gogh Letters

There is often something we don't have but want, no matter what walk of life. Dreams big and small play in our minds, whether the yearning is for better health, wealth, companionship or fame. Some dream of escaping war or poverty or having a safe bed in which to rest. Endless dreams drift in and out of our waking hours amid realities that can take us down harsh roads. Vincent Van Gogh, this week's prompt at Poets and Storytellers United, had no income. His paintings were viewed as worthless and he died dejected. He'd be shocked to know his work was worth millions today not only because it stirs emotions but because of his personal tragic story. The fruits of his passion were savoured only after his death and decades later at exhibits such as one I visited HERE.

Sometimes dreams do come true but too late for the dreamer ...

making any breath taken with awe and wonder, even in moments unfulfilled, priceless.

Explore more at Poets and Storytellers United and SKYWATCH. 

Check out my sites: Postcards from Penelope Puddle and Musings of A Puddlist In B.C.

Because the state of our planet is the most pressing issue of our time, link up and learn about the  Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) Report.

HOLD ONTO THE LIGHT

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