Walking through a field of wildflowers overlooking Bodega Bay the smell sea brine, daffodils, and wild lavender permutate my thoughts as my mind drifts off. I see seagulls circling the beach looking for any discarded fries and hear the waves thrash against the sand trying to hold on to the land but failing every time receding back to its glimmering blue body to try again. I feel at peace with myself, going with the gentle ocean breeze I walk towards the coast until I find a place to rest. As I lay in the bed of nature I listen to the angelic Vashti Bunyan her delicate folk narratives hypnotize me almost forcing me just to stare into a sky colored a orange, blue, and pink clouds a moment of utter tranquility and fragility I wonder what it means to be one with nature as I listen to birds chirp and gentle guitar plucks. I don't keep my mind of looking for answers I just keep staring into the pastel sky filled with fluffy white clouds. If this isn't harmony I don't know what is.