Sort of Reset

I love a world that’s rocky and rooted. Growing and eroding, constantly reshaping, all while looking much the same for thousands of years. Do you like it timeless? It sure helps set me free from the clock. There’s a lot going on this spring and summer, on top of my usual seven-day work week. But if I can spend just half an hour somewhere wild, then it serves as a sort of reset. Peels back the layers of emotional patina, the shell wrapped around a blurry brand of heartwaking. Nothing aside from me is much different in a century. If I survive to a century myself, perhaps the rest will be negligible. I’m just this quickly aging creature in unchanging surroundings. It’s good perspective when I need it most.

May 7, 2026
Gaspereau, Nova Scotia

Year 19, Day 6752 of my daily journal.