I’m standing at the edge of the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. I look out across the vast cavern catching glimpses of the Colorado River twisting through red striped spires. The southern sun beats down on the back of my neck, but my arms have goosebumps on them. I try to turn my gaze to my family behind me, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the view. I’m frozen in awe at the world around me. I’m picking my way across one of the rocky beaches that makes up the coastline of Maine. The rounded rocks shift with every step I take turning the ground into a kaleidoscope of muted blues, greens, and reds. As the tide rocks in and out the waves crashing into the shore create a continuous symphony. I find myself looking down at my toes as the waves
