It was sunset. You came into the dock at Wellington Point Park (I had to look up the name) on the Fraser river with your friend. You were lovely. We talked, and I was caught by your gaze. You: blue shorts and a black tank top, blonde hair. Me: middle-aged guy, sandy hair, gray sideburns-- and cute elderly mother in tow. I jokingly offered to give you a ride home to White Rock with your paddle board. Just FYI-- I'd like to get a paddle board lesson from you. But chances are you'll never see this, and we'll just be two paddle boards passing in the night...