I am standing at the edge of the United States, breathing in the beauty.
I am in a grove of madrone trees, contrasting their brilliant red and pistachio green with the deep blue of the Pacific spread before me.
Snow-crested Olympic mountains trace the horizon, creating an impressive band of white and gold.
I am standing at the edge of my adopted country, staring at my homeland.
“O Canada, the True North strong and free!”
Life in 5 lines or less© usually appears here Saturdays. But some weekends are so full of living in gratitude that writing comes last.