That Moment - Trillium Lake // Mt Hood National Forest, Oregon
There's a certain mystery to the pre-dawn hours, and I find myself more and more drawn to them. Before I begin to ramble, perhaps a quote would best fit my thoughts:
"Life is flowing and continuous, it’s full of crossroads, tributaries, and sudden bends. To live is to travel, and navigable space attracts us. We want to follow the road or the river to find out what lies around the next bend or over the next rise. The mere fact that they exist seems to tell us that we should follow them. No one has ever lived our lives before us. This moment we are in a space and time that have never been traveled. Many past events prepared us for this moment, and we may often feel as though we were following a track that has been laid out for us, but at other times we feel as though we were strapped to the nose of a rocket, plunging through space where no one has ever been. Then, at times, we become one with our path, immersed in our lives unquestioningly. This is the condition we prefer, when the river that leads us through life simply flows."