After days and days of packing up our possessions and lives, and some days to move all of them out of the city and into a quiet -- more accurately, a small island -- setting, I had finally put my feet up on the recently assembled coffee table and let out a bone-weary sigh.
It was quiet outside.
No sirens. No cars. No commercial jets.
Birds, a slight rustle of some leaves in the late afternoon breeze... just the hint of ocean air but filtered through cedar, fir, and arbutus trees.
I let out another bone-weary sigh.
"Dad, Dad!" my oldest daughter yelled from the front yard. "You've gotta see this!"