The BC Quality?
There is a quality about being here. Not to romanticize it, but to capture it. I woke up this morning and smiled, hearing rain pattering on the window outside. I love BC rain. A light rain sailing through a misty morning. I sit inside, but the sliding doors are open to the backyard. I hear the birds out there. I see the evergreen trees, growing so tall into the sky. There is a gentleness to the air, too. A humidity, maybe, a heaviness that doesn’t feel like a burden but instead like a stabilizing force anchoring you to the ground. There is a calmness. I don’t know how to explain this sensation – but it’s like all the muscles in my body relax and I’m just here.