Common Haunt

For times when I’ve been running from the sun too long, reminder of a beauty in the blinding light. April has always been the time I’ve thought of most in terms of brightness. By the end of this month, we’re still two months shy of the longest day with no shade. It’ll be at least a week into May before I expect to stand under any green shelter. So I go hiding by way of natural shelter, deep stream hollows, and down below the rotting weight of aging infrastructure. Ween Street bridge is a common haunt, where I can pull up on the shores of Sheep Shearer Brook, and fairly expect no company. If someone says they’ve seen me here, they must be a spy, I’ve never seen them. Wandering wild on the lip of civilization, I’ve discovered that your heart is always as open as your eyes.

April 7, 2026
Mount Hanley, Nova Scotia

Year 19, Day 6722 of my daily journal.