Sunday morning, Cafe Deux Soleils on Commercial Drive, between 9-10 a.m. You were sitting with your back to the entrance. You look in your early 30s, have long brown hair with sunglasses held up in it. You were wearing a light brown light sweater with a blue skirt, flip flops and had a hint of polish on your toes. You were sitting with a blond haired boy wearing a ball cap who looked between six and eight years old. You talked to the boy, listened to him and played with toys with him then checked your phone as he ate. You glanced my way twice, once at my black shirt with a red design, and once at me. You and that moment looked so beautiful in so many ways. I’d love to meet for coffee and tell you about it in person.