When I lived near the sea, my favorite spot among the rocks was just a short walk from the house. I often went there when walking the dog. However, the dog wasn’t too thrilled about sitting still and contemplating. She much preferred chasing deer if given the chance. But she wasn’t allowed, so instead, she pulled me along on brisk walks. When I could, I would sit in the shelter of the rocks, watching the birds, boats, and waves. I love feeling the wind and sun on my cheeks. I went there in all weather except snowstorms. I hope everyone finds such a place at some point in life. A place that takes nothing but gives everything. I’m a bit sad that I can’t go back to my rock. But also so happy and grateful for all the times I went there. Where I live now, there is no such place for me. But there are other places I like. The last night in the house by the sea, I didn’t sleep well at all. I tossed and turned in bed. So early in the morning, before the sun came up, I dressed and went out to my rock. I hadn’t put on a warm enough jacket, so I was a bit cold. But sitting there and watching the sun rise over the sea filled me with warmth. The sun came with such force and light that filled my entire soul. Tears started streaming down my cheeks. I sat there for a long time. Silent and in awe. Then the phone rang, and they said we should grab some breakfast before we started packing the moving truck. Life moved on. But I will always remember my rock and that sunrise.