I awoke this morning to a beautiful sunrise peeking over the mountains to my east and a dead battery in my car. Somehow the oranges and yellows were so calming I never got upset. Instead, I used my energy to make a cup of coffee and stay in my sleeping bag a little extra long. I wasn’t overly worried as I am in a place that sees a fair amount of traffic; plus a friend lives close by and I knew she would arrive shortly after a call. As I sipped my coffee and admired the conclusion of the day’s beginning I gave my friend a ring and she was happy to come assist.. At this point, I hadn’t even tried to flag anyone down and decided it would be best if I continued to enjoy the morning in a relaxing way. So I did exactly this. I finished watching the sunrise and enjoyed the company of a friend before venturing off to the library to write a letter and play a board game. If you’re curious; I played Arkham Horror LCG and failed epically. After which I walked my sorrows away on the beach.
When I arrived at the beach the sun was a brilliant white, high in an endless sea of blue. The light wind blowing from the west was just enough to keep me cool as I walked, but if I stopped, its chill became evident. I chose to walk north since the tide was going out. This is the only time you can venture this way as the sea reclaims the land on its return. I made it about half a mile when my phone gave a ding indicative of a message. “Do you have time for a talk?” is all I needed to hit the video chat button. Instantly I was connected to a friend in France. We spent the next hour chatting and enjoying the gratitude that is loves friendship. I am truly most thankful for such a beautiful human to help guide my path toward the auspicious consciousness evolution. It was at this point I turned around and headed back. I had walked about 3-4 miles, and lacking a fuel source i.e., snacks, I thought it best to return. Now, it’s close to dinner.
Once I return to the parking lot I grab my stove, pan, gas, and some food from the vehicle and head to the shelter house. I set my mini kitchen up, much to the surprise of the onlookers who obviously hadn’t seen anyone cooking outdoors in near-freezing temperatures. If I had waited until the sun was lower in the sky it would have been below freezing. Guess it’s just the way of life above the 59th parallel. In tradition to the region, I made sockeye my brother had caught off the coast of Yakutat. Although not copper reds they still packed a flavourful punch. In honesty though, I can’t tell the difference between copper reds, afognak reds, yakutat reds, or any other region. They all taste the same, delicious. The difference between store-bought and farm-raised, salmon is distinct. The flavor profile, color, and fat content are all more pronounced in wild, free-swimming, Pacific salmon. Concluding dinner I headed out to the ole sleeping spot tucked next to the ocean and away from the hustle bustle of the small town.
I spend the rest of the evening watching the sun sink in the west and paint the snowy range to the east with a glow a lightning bug would find envy. The calm meditative clear mind that accompanied was a welcomed treat to the fulfillment of a beautiful day. I also concluded, “ I don’t have bad days, only challenging days” and today was no such day.
“instead of cursing the darkness, light a candle for where we’re going. There’s something ahead worth fighting for” ~Neil Young
RighteouslyUnscripted 