This morning I went for walk at Ambleside Beach - as only happens in the fall, the bridge and ocean were still shrouded in fog, and bridge and ships alike appeared as phantoms.
Much later, at around 7 pm, I pulled over and watched as the setting sun moved between two layers of clouds, emerging fully just long enough to bath the world in light, before again sinking from view.
I didn't think I was supposed to be in either place until I got there and realized I was exactly where I should be, at just the second I should be there.
This life is a magical, beautiful trip.
Thanks for being wherever you are.
