The Essence of the north

Behind me, birch leaves flutter in the breeze while the black spruce scribble their thoughts on the sky.

The clouds lumber by like giants, pink with the sunset and black with rain spilling onto the distant horizons.

Small waves lap onto our rocky point with the echo of aluminum boats bumping gently against the dock.

Dinner cooks over an open fire.

The local seagulls swim together, patiently waiting for a handout. The eagle beats them to the fish.

The smell of smoke against the clean air. The sound of a bird unfamiliar to me. My senses are overwhelmed and overstimulated by nothing.

Silence.

A break from the real world. Total escape.

True wilderness.