Lingering over a meal with friends. This photo was taken on the way to the Stanley Theatre. The light in the restaurant was all about lingering. (JG - Powell River)

There is no better way to linger than over a cup of coffee on the boat up in Desolation Sound. (James - Sydney, Australia)

One of the most luxurious things I can think of to do is to linger in a bookstore, to take my time and maybe buy nothing but to be there breathing in the smell of the pages and feeling the shelves of books as I browse. This is definitely my favourite place to linger. (Heather Gordon-Young, Powell River)

Day after day I linger in the field with Ravii my 18 year old determined Arab finding acceptance and purpose. Ravii gives me more than I could ever give him back. Bailey Leach Powell River

Sleepy Saturday mornings. Just us. Together. Linger. So precious. (Heather Gordon-Young, Powell River, BC)

I love to linger in the forests that surround us. It is good for the soul. (Kim, Powell River, BC)

I love to run or walk through the trails. It is a great way to take in the beauty around us, and is good for the soul. (Kim, Powell River, BC)

This photo isn’t mine but it reminds me of a story when I used to spend time as a young guy with friends. I have a little story to tell. Back in the fifties I drove down to Washington D.C. with another fellow, by the name of John MacMillan, to play semi-pro hockey. We were looking for the Dodge hotel, which is right downtown and apparently near the White House on Pennsylvania Avenue. I had the map in my lap and was attempting to give him directions. Now bear in mind us two are a couple of hicks from Northern Ontario so all this was very new to us. In Washington D.C. the street cars had underground tunnels at major intersections downtown to avoid traffic lights. There was large signs indicating tunnels were for street cars only. Anyways we were right behind a street car and coming up to a busy intersection with traffic lights when John asked me what direction to go. I quickly told informed him, "Just follow that street car." Of course I did not mean literally and all of a sudden we found ourselves in darkness with the street car tail-lights in the distance. John had one hell of a time steering the car and we came very close to hitting the walls of the tunnel a couple of times. When we exited the tunnel a cop immediately ran out and motioned us to stop at the curb." What the hell are you guys doing," he asked. I explained the situation to the cop. He asked whether us Canadians drove that way back in Canada. I assured him most didn't and we were a couple of country bumpkins who were not used to big city driving even though I had driven in much bigger cities than Washington D.C. Anyways he let us off with a warning but we never heard the end of it from our teammates for the whole season. (Steve Smith, Ontario, Canada)

Camaraderie of friends while horsebackriding in paradise. (Kim & Tony, Powell River, BC)

Linger nearby. (Zee, Powell River, BC)

I used to like to linger out on the water on the Bay of Fundy, between New Brunswick and Nova Scotia. One warm fall day we accepted the invite of a generous fisherman who gave us the use of his trolling lines and bait and sailed us out to the “Cod fields”. Having followed the instructions for catching Cod: secure a weight two feet up from the end of the line where we placed the bait. It would bounce and twirl, to attract the Cod. By late day, having all caught our limit, we began to pull in our lines. As I was pulling in my line, I felt a tremendous tug and continuous pulling. Thinking I had snagged a log ,I hollered for help. Not until the weight got nearer the surface, and through the noisy splashes did we see that the intruder was a huge fish. Our net wasn’t big enough so we felt lucky to be able to yank him successfully into the boat where he fought for his life. The Halibut was four feet long and 42 pounds. Halibut is a wonderful tasting fish. It's asking price equals that of lobster. It was a very memorable day. Memories of that "Big Catch" have been told over the years and I can say it was a "true fish story!" (Gale George Savoy, New Bruswick)

When the garden is in bloom I enjoy the roses. I like to sit on the verandah out the front with the scent in air on a warm afternoon. A good way to linger. (James, Powell River, BC)

I do not drink espresso, but if I was the first one up in the morning, I would usually get the espresso mocha prepped, so I could turn it on as soon as my wife emerged; a generous act, hoping to make her morning a little better. But now, I am usually the first one up and getting her espresso ready has become part of my routine; really, more of a ritual that I need to go through to start my day. It bothers me a little if I have it ready to go, but I need to leave the house before it should be turned on. Making her espresso has become a selfish act. (Charles, Edmonton, AB)

I like the coffee, but more than that I like the warmth and feel of the mug in my hand. As a child, I had a security blanket; this fills that need now. Holding that mug makes me more receptive to others. (Charles, Edmonton, AB)

Reading this book can help you set up a rational basis for belief, whatever that may end up being. I have a B.A in Philosophy, but this was more influential on my world view than anything I did in my degree. (Charles, Edmonton)

This picture - the bush and view of the harbour - is my favourite place in the world 'Killcare'. I love relaxing, hanging out and surfing at Killcare. (Rupert, Sydney, Australia)

My favorite thing to do during my free time is to read. Books can take me all sort of places without moving from my comfortable sofa. It can help me resolve my problems by seeing how fictional characters resolve theirs, and it helps me understand myself and people around me by comparing what I read to reality. When I feel bored about life, nothing better than a good exciting story to make me feel alive again, and discover what's exciting about my own life. (Macarena, Argentina)