Heceta Head, Oregon, USA

 For the first time since the beginning of the trip things felt wildly new; like we were finally held responsible for our actions and that keeping composure was relevant. There was something really, really nice about that, having to be polite again. I began to hear my own voice a lot more. I began to smile a lot more. I began to feel like there was something very awakening about the presence of strangers whom you really, really liked. 

The sun had fallen on the horizon and the fog had moved in from the warm ground. As we hiked a small hill across from the lighthouse, we began to grow surrounded by fog, pushing our way through its density. Once we came to the top, the lighthouse had become completely hidden by the fog. All that was below us was a layer of warm and wet blurr that took the place of the landscape below. We sat for a while, and eventually, the fog had begun to shift , revealing the top of the lighthouse. Things felt new, for the first time in a really long time.