Above Itself

The first gasps of spring are stunningly monochromatic, dead stuff revealed and drained of colour. I love the lonesome beauty in seeing not a single bit of green. The trash of last century fascinates me, desperate bits of rust in the last stage before turning to dirt and dust. Final lesson of iron, given back to the soil we stole it from. This whole lot spent decades as a dump. That left a lot to clear up, but there’s a new house now, and they let me poke around a bit. A wall of wrecks provides a possible barrier to floodwaters, for if and when Annapolis ever gets above itself. Maybe I’m shy, but I’ve tended to stray a little further from the risk — you never know what nature might get up to. If things ever do go wild, the remnants of this wreck gets its chance at one last adventure.

March 20, 2026
Upper Granville, Nova Scotia

Year 19, Day 6704 of my daily journal.