Bahía Jara, Chile
The clouds swirl around the pastel horizon in excited anticipation of the sun’s arrival. The water laps at the tree trunks, their roots stretching to tickle the sand below. Their ripples are the instruments in the quiet symphony of natures majesty. Behind the layers of fire and ice awaits the new day, riding its crimson chariot to the fore. It kisses the distant mountains before its embrace, and forces the darkest shadows to dash for retreat. Time stops here to take in all that is, and all that could be, before casting it back into the depths from the shore. The eye’s boundary is just that, but here infinity resides.