Some people are lake people.
They are grounded and recharged by the hidden quiet of wooded lakes. The lonely, musical call of the loon is their favorite song. Peace is a mirror-calm day and a mossy, unexplored forest floor.
Some people are mountain people.
They crave crisp, clean air and miles-long views. Mountain people are patient adventurers. They are a hearty folk. Peace is an empty summit, with breeze in their ears.
I’ve always known that I come from ocean people.
My people are magnetically drawn to the sea, to salt air and spray, and to dunes of sand. They are hobby naturalists, combing the beach for shells, coral, and sea life to identify. Gently breaking waves are their preferred lullabies. Peace is a contented gaze to the horizon, with seabirds sailing through their fields of view.