Snee Oosh bay was surrounded by dense fog and a misty blanket.

Not a human sound or sight could be distinguished, but every so often, a silent creature of the land would eerily make itself known through the sheen of gray and white.

Fully present, our minds utterly quiet to all thought, we sat huddled together for hours amongst the water’s edge, watching, listening, and giving our full awareness to the dreamlike landscape before us.

Then out of the mystical abyss, four swans, in perfect succession, flew parallel to us across the surface of the water. Graceful and surreal, they glided across the sky like a painting in motion.