Summer + the Westcoast

In the four months since I'd been, the ferns became lush and took on a bright green glow, the large maple leaves danced in the dappled light, fighting for the rays beaming through boughs of the old growth cedars. Previously dormant, life now vibrated through every pore of the forest. By the ocean, the brown grasses were replaced with swaying stems, long and green and eager. Hiding in and around were wild flowers, vibrant and elegant, yet hardy to the core. And when the sun was setting in just the right spot, all came aglow, as if in thanks for this new life bestowed upon it. Such beauty in simplicity.