A sandy beach on Lake Superior.
A buoy dinging in adagio rhythm.
A gentle breeze syncopating the waves.
Zero light pollution, the Milky Way splitting the sky, and a faint curtain of northern lights spotlighting above Grand Island and prancing over the dark northern horizon, Capella at their core.
I come here to slip away under the enormous planetarium above, dissolve into the sands of time.
There are no demands, no expectations,
just my breath in harmony with the spectacular scene majestically turning around me,
validating the importance of my presence in that very place
and the greatness which lay ahead.