False Creek's oldest bridge, Seaforth's spreading trees. Joined by paths like those between Jericho and Kits Beach.
Pocket parks sewn into a ribbon - Tatlow stitched to Volunteer. Ride a tandem by the seashore, run your fingers 'long the seam.
A dozen cars for every bicycle? A dozen bikes for every car. What was louder than the waves is but an eddy in the wind.
Gentle ripples lapping at the wall, trickles open up a crack. The waves were out there waiting, and now they're rushing through.
As the ships sail Burrard Inlet, the seacycles ply Point Grey.
Music: Dexter Britain, The Time to Run (Finale)
Waves: Tim Kahn, Arcadia Beach