Last Thursday, on my first day of being back off of work, my family went for a walk. I actually convinced Sym to go without much whining and complaining on her part, which was amazing.
The purpose of this walk was to show Sym where the Nine O’Clock gun is, but it was also to clear my head. I’d been so unhappy and twisted up for the whole of August, I just needed… something. Air. Water. Blue skies and trees. To recharge my soul or be able to breathe again.
Before we’d even entered the park properly we saw these three wild otters swimming through Coal Harbour. I’m taking them as a good omen.
It’s easy to see Taylor in this picture, but can you find Sym?
It’s kind of terrifying how much she doesn’t look like a little kid anymore.