It is one of those white floral summer dress type of days.

The wind is whispering through my long, golden brown hair that is flowing behind me like a wedding veil. The rays of sunshine hit my face and spread through the rest of my body warming me with good vibes and high tides.

I am standing on the edge of the rocky beach lining Lake Superior. It is the summer of 2018 and lately I have been stressed over the year of decisions looming over me. I look out at the vast space before me.

The waves are crashing into each other in a sort of a rhythmic way. The shocking cold water trickles over my toes and resides pulling the sand with it back to the deep Superior waters. There are two sailboats coasting along the waves in the distance. Smooth sailing, just like how I am hoping senior year would go.

Looking out, it is almost humbling. The water has a way of doing that to you. Whether it is a lake, an ocean, or a waterfall. It takes all your problems and turns them into the tiny water droplets. Insignificant in the big scheme of things.

Suddenly all my worries are washed away just like the imprint of my initials in the sand. The song “So Small” by Carrie Underwood plays in my head. The mountain you’ve been climbing is just a grain of sand type of feel.

How lucky am I to be here in this moment right now? Surrounded by the people I love most with two working lungs and one working heart. A nose to breathe in the fresh air, eyes to see beauty in all things, ears to hear the voices of comfort, hands to feel the magic of every touch, and a mouth to taste my favorite foods.

It is one of those white floral summer dress type of days.

& I am lucky to be alive.