Coastal Moments

The patter of rain, wood smoke hanging in the air, the perpetual sound of a whistling neighbour and the resounding chorus of neighbourhood dogs when a bear crashes through the underbrush. Where else can I jog along a dusty road as pick up truck roars past, every kind of colour, a hand shoots out the window and waves? Flowers for sale for five dollars at an unmanned roadside stand. Glorious colours waving in the wind. I leave money in a small wooden box for produce on Reid Road where they have the juiciest tomatoes, the springiest salad mix and the crunchiest zucchini.

Nights at the beach with a campfire made of driftwood. The waves washing the shore and the twinkling lights of the island surprisingly sharp on the horizon. Other folks down the beach drunkenly wander over to inquire about a missing Basset Hound. The police visit our group later on, surprised that our hands conceal only Tim Hortons cups of hot chocolate. I watched a meteor shower that night and roasted wieners and marshmallows.

I hiked in the forest, sat atop bluffs, swam in the ocean, breathed in the scent of horse... I had many glasses of wine with good friends. I am sad that my visit draws to a close but what a wonderful visit it has been.