The Blue Planet
Maina Motu, Cook Islands, South Pacific.
Our world is mostly a vast ocean, and I've never been so cognizent of that fact until I spent a couple weeks in the South Pacific last spring.
The sea has a cleansing power that is palpable there. The air is crystal clear, clean, and the tropical breezes embrace you in a carefree way that makes you feel like you are in need of nothing material. The azure waters are warm and inviting and you suddenly become aware that you are far, far, away from the rest of the world. It's just you and the vastness of the south seas, extending to the horizon in every direction. You're at ease in your own little private paradise, surrounded by the vast, empty, purifying Pacific waiting for nightfall and the ancient light of a billion stars, the same twinkling sky our ancestors enjoyed before the days of electricity and street lights. Skies so dark that paradoxically you become aware that starlight exists, that when everything around you is this dark, the stars seem bright, casting a subtle sheen on the warm foamy surf and a silver lining to the low floating clouds. The palms rustle and the surf booms in a relaxing rhythm and everything feels right in the world. In this place time stands still.
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