Me and my wife are sitting in the cafe at the Royal BC Museum in Victoria.
A woman is sitting across the aisle from me, looking out the window at the sunny, windy day outside.
Her hair is full and wavy, almost pure white. Her figure and flowery blouse remind me of something my mother once wore. Mum had some of those crazy 70s-patterned blouses.
Somewhere, in some alternate universe, my Mum is sitting in a quiet cafe, enjoying a drink and watching the sunny, windy day outside.