TIDE AND TIME

 

The temperatures have fallen into the 60s, and it’s hard to believe that just two weeks ago I stood atop the rocks at Green Harbor, my body perfectly in sync with the salty waves, our temperatures aligned and our hearts sharing the same rhythm. There’s a quiet promise in the shift of the season, gifts waiting to unfold, yet I always feel the solar charge within me is never sufficient in the Northeast. Perhaps, like the birds, I’ll find a fleeting reprieve under a southern sun before another year stretches out. Without intending to, as I hurried to capture the water’s rush, the sun moved behind, casting my shadow across the scene, making me feel imprinted into this moment and its memory.

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New England-2024