Unchanging and Endless

When heavy rain falls on this old, tiny town in a torrent, all the water surges here. Down the rush of Lawrencetown Lane, past my soles underfoot, in waves on asphalt to the Annapolis River. The first streetlights are flickering to life, breaking through in white and orange to a steady bluing evening. The whole world is the colour of water, at least how it is in a child's drawing. Painted in those chilling shades, sighing shadows set upon themselves, intent on enveloping everything. I've stood on this corner more times than I can count, hovered here like waiting on something – feeling like a cross between life unchanging and endless possibility. I've always loved small towns for their blank canvas quality. I'm not nostalgic about their past out of reach, have no future hopes for them. Here and now is quiet enough to be anything at all. Maybe that rubs off on me.

 

January 13, 2023

Lawrencetown, Nova Scotia

 

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