The Years Intervening

The old feed store holds the last of its curious personality intact, little wooden accents of a past smoothed out for straighter language. Perched at the fork of a strange and sleepy crossroads, split with three stop signs in the shape of an "A". Your odds of meeting anyone incoming are low enough, especially after nightfall. It's been a long while now since the passing of original purpose, more folks like me who only remember the years intervening. There's no gap I aim to bridge – that's for others – I just want to experience the very distinct beauty and draw of dilapidation. Coming down with perfect timing, whatever rate the worst of winter choose. Each spring survival suggests another shot at summer before the threat of fall arrives in autumn. What you lose with sifting leaves makes a match with hope that's growing.

 

June 4, 2022

Nictaux Falls, Nova Scotia

 

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