This morning I awoke feeling incredibly grateful. For living where I live. The recent snowfall cloaked trees, rooftops and fence rails in a fluffy blanket of white, but at that moment, guilded with the gold of the rising sun. The waters of the bay and the strait beyond shimmered at the brush of a light breeze. A flock of Canada geese swirled in, honking raucously, but doing nothing to disturb the family of otters scrounging for breakfast along the rocky promonotory that guards the northwest entrance to the bay. An air of peace, at-one-ness and sublime beauty prevaded the scene, filling me with immense gratitude to be able to call this place home.