There are few words I could write to describe one of my latest experiences.
Along the Pacific Coastline, it’s hard to see a sunrise like this unless of course you found a campsite like I did on Vancouver Island looking East back to the Canadian shores.
The rocks were cool and moist still from the tide that evening. The waters were still and the sky was calm as the I began to wake that morning. My tent was still imbued with the smoke from last nights campfire and dew was collecting on the dome.
I sat bewildered, not because of the simplicity of the moment and not because of the sheer beauty before me. No, I was bewildered because at that moment, I didn’t care about anything else in the world. I couldn’t remember where I worked, or what I HAD to do next week. I probably couldn’t have even told you my name. Yet there I was, at a pretty little beachfront campsite enjoying the only amenity they need to advertise….serenity.