Timeless Noises

I went wandering a ways through the mostly melted woods, before the next big snowfall came calling. I hopped the Neaves Road bridge and headed south, out of sight from the man-made Dalhousie Lake behind me. Here beside the free-flowing Beeler Brook, any stagnant stillwater lies thinly iced over. After a long sunny day, the earth still radiates faint warmth in these shadows, just enough to overcome an otherwise chilling evening. So long as I lie flat, I'm like those shallow rapids – keeping just above freezing. It's such a sensory experience, all touch and timeless noises, nothing not natural. Last summer's grasses have bent over backwards, pushed down by high flowing water a couple weeks back. I feel them dry and lifeless beneath me. They make me feel alive because they aren't.

 

February 22, 2023

West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia

 

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