The world is too beautiful to talk about. It should be experienced.
I am simply sitting silently, witnessing the beauty of Nature, of life passing before me. Just witnessing, not interfering not even judging, because the moment you judge you have lost the pure witness, the pure enjoyment of the thing.
The moment is not lost on me. Nor is the place. It is the Oregon coast, Highway 101, south of Cannon Beach on the way to Manzanita. It comes back to me every time I sit in my Stressless recliner, close my eyes, and imagine my happy place. I can feel the mist rising from the ocean. I can smell the salt in the air.
I am Stressless and at peace.