The sun is shining. Two of the volcanoes are smoking and my beach is nearly deserted. Where I live, we get 15 hours of daylight today, as the sun will set in about three hours at 21:35. It’s incredibly peaceful as I alternate between staring at the view and texting with a friend who lives far, far away from me. The waves rolling on the shore. The cries of a flock of seagulls hanging out down the beach a piece. Yep. With all the shit that comes and goes in life and overwhelming grief that rises and falls: still, I am oh so grateful I live here. That is all.