Editor:
I sit here on my balcony, paper in hand, looking down the road toward the waterfront.
I read through the editorial, the letters to the editor, enjoying a cup of coffee. A reward to myself after just spending two hours delivering this very same newspaper.
I want, I think, to write a letter about garbage pickup, coal trains or their incessant whistling, perhaps about the transit plebiscite, or even to reiterate my thoughts on upcoming development?
But alas my mind wanders to articles in other papers, and stories, both on the radio and TV, of ISIS, Syria, of people drowning in their attempt to flee the insanity brought upon them.
My thoughts take me to vision of famine and disease in Africa, the earthquake that just happened in Nepal, of other blights and atrocities going on in this world of ours.
I sit here now feeling so damn fortunate and blessed to be living here where I am.
And, yes, I know that we have issues, problems, inconveniences that we must “deal” with in our everyday lives here on the Peninsula, but today my perspective will now allow me to dwell on them.
Besides, the sun has just popped out from behind a cloud and the wind has died down, my coffee cup is empty. I feel the need to get up and go down for a walk on the beach, feel the breeze on my face, watch the waves rumble in, reflect on life and those who struggle so hard with so little, and to just be so very thankful for what I have here at home.
Those ‘other’ letters will just have to wait for another day.
Barry Cameron, White Rock
