e·the·re·al: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world
I pulled in to Glacier National Park only to be surrounded by smoke. As nightfall came, the air turned dewey and a slow fog crept in. By sunrise, I was in a sea of clouds. This moment felt perfect. The mountain peaks towered over fireweed-covered hillsides.
When I was 23 I quit my job I'd had since I was a teenager. I was working my way up the corporate ladder and making my way to the top but still felt unfulfilled. Before my next job, I had decided to take a solo road trip. Glacier was my only destination.
Entering Glacier, my jaw instantly dropped. I was overwhelmed that somewhere so beautiful and pure could exist. I cried happy tears as I looked around at tall trees, crystal clear lakes, and hazy mountain peaks.
Coming back to Glacier at 25 as a full time creator, I still felt the same childlike joy and wonder. Some places are simply so beautiful you can't tell if you're still dreaming.
