Afternoon light through Garry oak, dappled and golden. The smell of cedar after rain. Sandstone warm underfoot, tidal pools — secret worlds, emerging and vanishing with the tides. Waters that mirror the sky so clearly you lose the horizon, or turn dark and churning when the storms roll in from the strait. A place that whispers: slow down. Stay a while. Forest & Fjord is drawn from here. This light. This shore. This quiet.
