You are doing good.
You are pushing hard.
You are taking time to rest.
Your dreams are worth living.
-M.
You are doing good.
You are pushing hard.
You are taking time to rest.
Your dreams are worth living.
-M.
Breathe in peace.
Breathe out fear.
Breathe in healing.
Breathe out fear.
Breathe in trust.
Breathe out….
-M.
This lake is a magical lake.
The waters heal you.
The sunsets will astonish you.
Lake Crescent is not just a simple lake.
To know her beauty, you must feel her healing.
Summertime is, seemingly, the best time of year to capture her magic, but all year round she will be carrying on…
So many come to see her.
Once they do, they are mesmerized.
With ducks, docks and a shore full of soft rocks, you can be certain to find your favorite spot.
Lake Crescent Lodge is most certainly divine, with luxury dining and quaint little cabins, you will find many ways to pass the time.
There is so much room to roam, plus immaculate sights to see this beautiful lake, from multiple points of view.
If you walk along the forest line, you will find many trails to explore.
These lead you to some of the oldest trees in the state of Washington, or so I have been told, some are over five-hundred years old.
If you’re reading this and need a new place to explore, Port Angeles, WA has this stunning beauty, who’s shores you might enjoy taking some time to explore.
Plus you might even discover the magic of this beautiful lake, that has so many perplexed about.
Either way, hopefully you do get out and find somewhere new to explore.
Nature is magical, no matter where you are.
-M.
Sun, when you fall, I don’t know what to do.
I want to catch you in my hands, and set you back into place, among those brightly colored clouds, in that ever present sky.
The colors that you bring, when you set, are unbelievable.
Then, again, when you rise, I am in awe.
You bring beauty and life, for us all.
The colors sing to my eyes.
My soul feels the joy of each night and new morning, sky.
Yet, I still feel as though, when you fall, I must catch you.
I watch as you decent and disappear, to who knows where.
There are stories of the sea taking you, but they must just be tales.
For you wake us up each morning with your glowing breath of life.
Wherever you go, whatever you do, I am grateful for you, for all that you do.
Sun, thank you.
I love you, I really, truly do.
-M.