A Thousand Daydreams
My mind is on the mist and my head's in a fog. The blue-grey beauty has swallowed the horizon, and the sun is nowhere to be found. That's the way I like it, vanishing points everywhere I turn, something to soften the ugly and brighten the beautiful. These evenings are full of raw wonder, bleached and broken like dry driftwood on these volcanic rock beaches. It leaches out slowly, tide pools drained through open fissures, bleeding to the bay by way of a thousand daydreams. It seems like I've been waiting for something, a boat to come in or a love to come calling. Night is falling, and I'll be catching her when she does.

June 1, 2018
Hampton, Nova Scotia

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