Builds and Rises

When the deerflies get particularly manic, I'll gladly let them drive me to the sea. Somewhere safely set aside from all that bugging buzz. There are times it seems I owe my sanity to the ocean, blowing off the heat and inland chaos. If ever I need to loosen the hold of summer, it'll be Fundy calling. Now, if you're a lover of a little too much warmth, then this might not be the place for you. Many a foggy day will fall and cast the clouds across the sun. This afternoon, a thick bank hovers just off-shore, approaching and drifting like some dancer gently threatening to keep close. Brightness brings a darkness that builds and rises, shadows growing and stretching and reminding me to let my insides escape. I always feel a little more me as the day starts to fade.

June 30, 2025
Port Lorne, Nova Scotia

Year 18, Day 6441 of my daily journal.