On the morning of New Years Eve, I started my walk around Green Lake in the pre-dawn darkness greeted by tall cedars and naked maple trees. As I walked past swimming ducks and Blue Herons patiently waiting for breakfast, the eastern sky grew light. That afternoon, in my office at the Everett Marina, I watched a magnificent sunset over the Olympics. The sky was cloudless and luminescent, painted with red and orange streaks of light.
For me, the perfect day is watching the sunrise and the sunset. They are magical moments. Why?
In modern life, we are so disconnected from the... Read More
