A ferry ride.

My eyes skim across one of the 175 islands that make up the San Juan Archipelago in the extreme northwestern part of Washington State. The rich smell of ocean and pine forests meets me in a rush as the ferry I’m riding pushes through the moisture-laden wind at 10 knots per hour. I close my eyes and let the beauty of the moment sink into my mind; this is a memory worth encapsulating. I’m trying to let the wonder of life overcome me. The realist in me tends to silence what my imagination once believed.

I’m learning to let go.


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