-by Pamela Goodyer
The moment I opened my eyes, the sensation was indescribable. A mesmerizing melody of life filled every inch of the atmosphere, and I felt an immense connection with the ocean and its ever-changing rhythm. The sun had finally revealed itself from behind a thick blanket of mist that hung in the air. Its golden rays touched my skin only for a second, then disappeared as if the universe was blessing me for this one spectacular moment.
The owner had spoken of this the night before: it was almost like standing on the deck of an old schooner, feeling the wind brush over my skin as the salt filled my lungs with every deep breath I took. From this moment onwards, I knew why this place was special—it had captured the essence of the seaside and bridged it to my reality.
I looked around in awe, taking in the majestic mountains bordering this wondrous scene across the ocean. As I sipped on my cup of hot tea to savor each second, I could feel that at any moment, this beautiful serenity would be taken away by a drizzle of rain or the time to head back to the ferry to journey home.
As I sat outside, I read the resort information book and found the hotel for sale. A powerful connection was embedded within me and my spirit; I wanted nothing more than to wake up every day and feel this peace, so I entertained the thought of purchasing the resort. Everywhere I looked revealed beauty and luxury—from the remarkable architecture to the gracefully appointed furnishings—it almost felt like this paradise had chosen me.
I was in Canada, and its majestic beauty stretched before me. Even the coldest days would provide a captivating view from this room, with its three large windows close to the ocean—only steps away. This sight, a gift of nature, filled me with gratitude and pure awe.
I could survive the winter’s chill and endure these cold days if I could only have moments like this for eternity; perhaps I could build a magnificent room of crystal and glass that overlooks the infinite sea. Then, a snowbird I could become, flying off in search of warmth during the long winter months. My journeys would be filled with extravagant private jet photo tours to exotic locales while I teach my clients and a caretaker runs the resort.
This morning’s memories are a singular experience of such magnitude that it will indelibly imprint on my soul. If I cannot acquire this paradise, I shall traverse the shorelines and mountaintops of the world in pursuit of a place that could bring forth the same inner delight with the same euphoric energy that reveals itself to me… For this moment, an aura of contentment shall linger within me until my dying days; its essence will be engraved in my heart permanently.
I now realize I was someday going to move somewhere warmer than New Jersey, but I came to a stark realization that as long as I have a place that brings me moments of true serenity and divine solace while overlooking the water when the weather is not right, I can still live in the actual serenity and divine solace even when the weather is bad. I can be enveloped in the sacred bliss of any location while looking through the glass.
As you step into the lobby of the recommended hotel, the scent of fresh flowers and the gentle hum of a grand piano greet you. The concierge, with a warm smile, offers personalized recommendations for local photography spots, ensuring you capture the essence of your destination. Your room, a perfect blend of modern luxury and timeless elegance, offers panoramic views of the city skyline, bathed in the golden hues of sunset. The plush bedding and thoughtfully curated amenities promise a restful night’s sleep, preparing you for the adventures that await. As you unpack your camera gear, a note on the desk catches your eye—a handwritten welcome from the hotel manager.
The note read: “Welcome to your home away from home. We’ve taken care to ensure your stay is as inspiring as the moments you’ll capture. Don’t miss the rooftop terrace at dawn—the light is magical.”
You set your camera bag down and glance out the window. The city sprawled below, a tapestry of lights beginning to flicker as dusk deepened into night. The rooftop terrace beckoned, and though fatigue tugged at your limbs, curiosity won out. Slipping your camera strap over your shoulder, you went to the elevator and up to the rooftop. You are ever so grateful you researched and picked this hotel. As the sun is setting you instinctively know this will be a shot of a lifetime.
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