This Fleeting Sense of Calm

For the past week I've woken up every morning parked at a camp site that overlooks the ocean, surrounded by empty camp sites. The mornings start out grey and the mist takes a while to dissipate. Everything is silent other than the little quails that dash about and the waves on the shore. It is amazing.

I should have done this years ago.

That is what I always think. But then, after the sun sets, finally sinking below the ocean I'm afraid. I'm filled with panic and wish I could cry. And then I wake up in the morning, a little before the sun rises to the chirps of the quails darting about.

And then here I am, after a week of serenity and terror, left wondering if this is what the rest of eternity is going to be like.