by Morgan Cowper
The feeling of warmth washes over me as I sit on the beach. I have always felt more at home at the ocean or in the mountains. So it’s no surprise that I have ended up here, sitting on a beach letting the sun rays kiss my face.
Perhaps my love steams from foundation my parents gave me. Weekends spent diving into the crystal clear Pacific Ocean, surfing the warm breaks of the Hawaiian waters, and growing up in the forest. Never the less I find myself looking for adventure and admiring the magic of nature.
So now here I am on Martha’s Vineyard. It’s an adjustment to be half way around the world from my island. Yet it’s still feels so familiar, when I step onto the beach, or a trail head.
