Drive of a lifetime.

It's usually a sporty light blue convertible with two-toned, tanned leather upholstery. (I prefer Mercedes or Aston Martin, but would settle for a Porsche. Provided it's nothing as common as the 911.)

The midday sun is just warm enough to take the chill out of the breeze pouring in around me, as I drive along New Zealand's world famous Milford Road.

It's a breathtaking drive through virgin rainforest's, mirror-like blue lakes, astounding crystal waterfalls, moss covered cliffs, and sheer mountain faces thousands of feet high, all full with colors of such richness and depth unlike anywhere else on earth.

My day is culminated by a long meandering drive along the coast of the translucent Tasman Sea. I can see the beach and the deep hues turning from crystal, to royal blue, to emerald green as the sea pours out into the Pacific.

I'm parked now, atop a cliff overlooking the very edge of the world itself. I can smell the surf and watch the huge blows of whales as they glide through the gulf below.

Here I stand, above the gulls, only the wind as friend and foe.

Ah, what marvels I have seen. What beauty I've been witness. My senses often overwhelmed by the wonders and majesty of God.

My past, present and future recollection forge together into a single auspicious feeling of attainment. Of what effort or for what cause, I don't know. I boast of no accomplishments or great body of idea.

My single awareness is completion, not conception or contempt.

I close my eyes and draw a breath. The air goes still and with a step...

my glorious journey ends.