Tofino

A cedar cabin sits among wet ferns on the edge of the Pacific, with rain as the default and the ocean as the only clock. The desk faces the trees; the stove holds the evening once the fog comes in.

Days here stay unhurried on purpose. There is no village noise, no passing traffic, and no reason to check the time until you want to.

Two guests. Bring the work you have been postponing, a rain layer, and less than you think you need.