By Carolyn Boston, July 30, 2020 — My back and shoulders sink into a relaxed position. The air around me is a soft whispering breeze that brushes the back of my neck, and I melt into a transformed mellow state. My breath exhales from my lips. Then, I no longer feel the tightness in my chest from holding in my breath from nervousness. The trees are waving their leaves ever so quietly in a wispy dance. I watch them and appreciated their gracefulness. Huge, gliding puffy clouds, pregnant with sunshine and dazzling white light comes down to kiss the scene. I say to myself, “I wish I could recreate this magnificent sight on canvas,” because the beauty of the sight is awe-inspiring. The sea is silent and calm; it looks like polished glass. The clouds float across its surface in slow motion. The sea displays tricolors of aquamarine, topaz, and lapis. My breath is no longer laboring and the rhythm of my chest almost comes to a standstill. My senses give me permission to be quiet, motionless, and peaceful. Then I whisper to myself, under my breath, “This is where Heaven meets Earth. This is tranquility.”
When I was a young kid, my father always took us to a place called League Island and it was so beautiful. And this is really what I was writing about, what I felt. I must’ve been about 10 years old, but I never forgot that beauty. So I did want to share it with everyone, and the whole purpose was to calm us down.