I was told to look out for you but I didn’t expect you to be such an unexpected discovery. The cobalt blue of the ocean had me fixated.
As I wound my way along the curves of Beacon Hill Park, I reached you. Runners, rollerbladers, walkers and photographers abound. A bird swiftly flew out of this picture. The sign near the steps leading to an oasis upon the descension.
And then the view. That view. Miles of ocean outstretched in front of me. A grassy foreground for some lovely photos.
There isn’t a beach like you. Rocks all over the place. Rocks along the horizon. Hidden moments. I wish I had a blanket. Do you love your mom? Look closely. I love mine.
There were about 11 kitesurfers catching a wave. Lots of wind for height. Look at em go!
Wind was abound. Lucky this little doggie didn’t get blown away! *Wipes sweat off brow.
All of this kitesurf watching made me hungry. I headed over to Cook Street Village to refuel. La Taquisa satisfied the craving. $2.50 for a mini taco on a gluten free tortilla at that! It’s in an abandoned courtyard and such a gem. Thanks again for a beautiful afternoon, Victoria!