Level-Headed Lows
After a long dry spell that stretched since early summer, the streams are back. Sheep Shearer Brook has settled to a steady flow, gathering power from the surrounding forest and heading in a hurry to the sea. It's a good thing they're beautiful, because I miss the ease of walking up on dry ground, skipping over tiny trickles and wet rocks underfoot. Now it's harder making my way, and crossing between banks is a rarer proposition. The woods are really looking bare now, in the low quarters where leaves were already sporadic sights. The forest floor has a fresh bed of what's fallen; quiet eddies crowded with what currents sift their way. It's a rush I don't mind wanting – a high as true to life as the level-headed lows. Sharp breeze in the rushing hollow, soft warmth in what's left of the light.
October 21, 2022
Mount Hanley, Nova Scotia
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Level-Headed Lows
After a long dry spell that stretched since early summer, the streams are back. Sheep Shearer Brook has settled to a steady flow, gathering power from the surrounding forest and heading in a hurry to the sea. It's a good thing they're beautiful, because I miss the ease of walking up on dry ground, skipping over tiny trickles and wet rocks underfoot. Now it's harder making my way, and crossing between banks is a rarer proposition. The woods are really looking bare now, in the low quarters where leaves were already sporadic sights. The forest floor has a fresh bed of what's fallen; quiet eddies crowded with what currents sift their way. It's a rush I don't mind wanting – a high as true to life as the level-headed lows. Sharp breeze in the rushing hollow, soft warmth in what's left of the light.
October 21, 2022
Mount Hanley, Nova Scotia
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You can support my work
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