Nearly Here
Ice on the cliffs and cold wind in my face, I guess it’s always winter somewhere. Bright sun usually has me heading for shade, but now and then, I go to get a little blinded. Catch me in a brightness so complete that the shadow it casts is darker than before. Find me out for every line of age or wrinkle in time. I’ve found the Bay of Fundy to be a less-than-welcoming beauty. I guess that’s how I love it most, taking half the year to finally offer a few more gentle months. But pull down my hood and walk me home by the rocks, because they’re not nearly here yet. I’ve never spotted the namesake swimmers at Seal Point, but I’m sure they’re somewhere below. It’s been years since I last walked this way, so they probably think I’m never here either. Maybe that means we both belong.
March 29, 2026
Port Lorne, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6713 of my daily journal.