Every once in a while I have this moment where I totally fall in love with this city. Last Sunday was one of those days. I was downtown early in the morning, watching the Yaletown mummies push their strollers along the sea wall. A cormorant was standing on top of some public art with its wings extended, triumphant against the sea wall. I went for a run through the closed-off streets of the city with a whole bunch of people wearing pink. Then I walked back slowly along the sea wall. The cormorants were now gathered together on the sea, and a friendly game of soccer was happening in a jewel-green park.