Looking south to the end of the world. Our ship had left the Falkland Islands a few hours earlier on its way to Argentina. It was sunset and cold and beautiful in the way that comes from the starkness of being alone in the great vastness of sea and sky no matter how many others are with you.
The ship, its guests, and crew ceased to exist for me as I looked over the edge of the world.
For as acutely as I felt how small one human is on the planet I was equally exquisitely aware that we are all small, and we all belong here.
