Perhaps yesterday was just a bit more sublime and beautiful than today.

A sunny winter day in Vancouver is always a gift. We can go weeks, sometimes months without seeing the sun on the Wet Coast.

So when the clouds decide to get out of the way and let our home star shine during the daytime, you gotta take the opportunity to get out in it and soak some vitamin D.

A walk on the beach will always lighten the mood even on the darkest days. I am blessed with it just being a couple blocks away. I start most days with a stroll around English Bay.

The flowers are still a rare sight. Although we did see a little purple crocus poking its way through the ground. Alas it was playing the shrinking violet in the shade. Not photo material.

So not a lot of flowers but the sea was being rather generous with it jewels. Most of the shells in these parts are tinged with purple. Not sure why? Likely something to do with the dominant algae in the water table.

Alan Watts once said the surf never makes an aesthetic mistake. Indeed it is so. The sea performs a flawless ballet of music, dance, and scene.

Even in its decay and erosion, sand, waves, and shells combine to artistic perfection. It's about resonation, patterns, and repeated fractals that speak a universality to the human mind, likely all living things; it is only humans that take the time to wax what one hopes is poetically about it.

The poet sees the cosmos in the discarded shell of a mollusk and wonders how is it that the Universe is brought to Earth so effortlessly.

The beautiful and the sublime are generous in their manifestation for those that take the time to note its presence.

Happy beautiful and sublime, Sunday, Hivelanders. Thank you to @ace108 and @c0ff33a for hosting the day:):):)

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