British Columbia is freckled with water. Notwithstanding the Pacific Ocean along its west coast, lakes and rivers endlessly traverse the province.

 

One morning, while staying in the Okanagan, I found myself unable to sleep. Up for the sunrise, I greeted the early morning warmth on my face and walked down to the lakefront. What I found there was a world that had yet to fully wake up: birds chirping quietly, awaking from their slumber, and glassy water blanketed in a light mist.

 

There is something very special about this time of the day. It feels like a period of renewal. The birds singing a morning prayer, paying homage to new beginnings. A slight wisp of the crisp morning air washing my face.

 

I feel filled with gratitude and blessed at the day ahead.