It was like a dream, driving through the heavy mist that wove itself into the hills and valleys, forming delicate ornaments on the tips of the leaves. Mood and gloom overtook the atmosphere in a way that made you, not downhearted but fully accepted, understood. And looking over the hills, squinting into the distance you could see a mile or so where the water droplets in the air met the ocean’s. And as your eyes followed the droplets into the sky, the moon appeared dull, but visible, burning the dew. Where a timely scattered reflection on the crashing waves ensued. Evidence of the reciprocal nature of the wild. Yes, I rested, reflected for just a little while, awake and at ease in my reality.