I stood at the ferry terminal temporarily overwhelmed by my surroundings. The sound of the water trickling down a rock face in small impromptu waterfalls, the smell of the sea air mixed with cedar and salal, the sight of the morning sun shining off the snow capped mountains surrounding me on all sides, even the taste of the coffee I was cradling. All of it wrapped around me demanding to be acknowledged, cherished and committed to memory.
Later, on the ferry, I saw a pod of orcas swimming below me. They seemed to sing 'life is fleeting; love, learn, experience. You'll come home one day.'