Vie est Belle

I sit there, in the ocean, watching the sun set. Ahead of me I see my uncle also sitting on his surfboard, silhouetted by the setting sun. The sun draws closer and closer to the ocean. The closer it gets, the redder the sky and surrounding ocean get. On either side of me, towering cliffs rise directly out of the sea. They rise into steep, green hills. Behind me, a beautiful beach stretches between the two cliffs. I look around me, stunned into silence by the beautiful scenery. And I think, as I have many times, how blessed I am to be here. How grateful I am for this beautiful, wonderful life. And I echo the words that many have spoken before me, vie est belle.