"Dear Fascinating Woman,
Smack in the middle of the banquet of life. Mixing it up. Figuring it out. Redefining yourself as you go. (...)"
I don't know about you, but I sure would like tickets to this banquet of life. Or any banquet, really. Sipping apéritifs and digestifs, enjoying canapés on sofas (think about it), feeling like the world is one's oyster (ooh! oysters on the half shell!)... What? It's not that kind of banquet? Never mind. I'm busy that night anyway. Those dogs in the elevator aren't gonna pet themselves.
Vancouver sunsets, as photographed by your very own Fascinating Woman.