[On this, Day 3 of our Olympic adventure, the First Mate chimes in with some early morning reflections...]
Wide awake at the crack of dawn. So quiet. It’s as though the world’s spotlight has been turned off for just enough time to change the batteries. The reset button in effect between festivities. Not wanting to miss the moment, I decide not to change out of my pj’s, and instead slip on a hat and a jacket, grab the building’s access pass and walk out the door. Let the pooch sleep.
Hmm. Now what? This way. Why not.
Oh wow, cherry blossoms in February! Hey is that Russia house? Oh yeah, what are those cars called again – the Aston Martins or something? Yeah, that American figure skater said he was going to buy himself one after winning the gold. Some kind of obsession with James Bond. Who cares. CTV headquarters. Wow! The Rockies! … but I can’t get a clear shot. Get closer. Fences, flags, buildings. Sign: “Olympic Viewing Platform – Left”. I follow, hoping to get find the clearing I am looking for, get a clear shot of the bay with a picturesque Cypress backdrop. Hey isn’t that where they broadcast... holy $#@!
… and there she was.
She had been calling my name, eager to bid me welcome.
MY. Olympic. Moment.
Almost worth its weight in gold.
- the First Mate
Sunday, February 21, 2010
MORNING GLORY
