Northern Light

As we left the shore and I looked back at the beautiful, surreal landscape of Horseshoe Bay, it felt like all the worries and the cares of the world were also left behind to fade into the distance. The vast, placid waters worked their magic on me too, as they did on so many travelers throughout the centuries.

The Pacific draws you in with the irresistible pull of its enormous mass, and makes you feel small and irreplaceable at the same time; its essence breathes peace into your very soul.

I have heard stories from people who have braved the waters of this big ocean, and they all talk about its peaceful vastness, almost as if they were describing an enormous creature whose movements and intentions they could not understand, but a benign and contemplative one, most of the time.

I watched the puffy clouds play games of light and shadow with the tree tops of the northern rain forest, and I watched the afte
oon light lend sparkle to the snow covered mountain peaks.

I watched the glimmer of the waters and the movements of the sun, spellbound by the sudden shifting of perspective from transient conce
s to permanence.

All living things are drawn to water, because we instinctively understand that our existence depends on it and for this reason its proximity makes us feel safe. When water presents in this quantity it can be overwhelming, exhilarating, and a bit disorienting too. I don’t know how to describe it, sometimes words are not enough.