Some Upheaval

Can’t count the times I’ve stood at the head of this single lane drive to a cottage by the sea, shin-high at the chain that marks it private from the road. Eyes to a field of windswept expanse, knowing calm comes rare and more likely when I’m away. I’m drawn when dark clouds dip to the horizon, dim the afternoon light, bring howling gales and scattered showers of threatening promise. I’ve got clothes on the line but they can wait and get a little wet. It’s been a wide-eyed weather of some upheaval lately; I’ve felt like every morning knows nothing of how the day might end. Me, I know no better from the state of the heart. But it’s bound to be good so long as I don’t worry myself what it should be.

May 4, 2026
St. Croix Cove, Nova Scotia

Year 19, Day 6749 of my daily journal.