We got back to the coast with the ferry terminal with a little time to spare, so we veered off the TCH where I’d been gliding with no hands to a little cove called Stag Harbour. It was, like most of the coastline, littered with ice. Ice on land and among the tidal pools felt different, it felt nearer. I kicked a big piece, pressed against its hardness and wondered how long it had been floating in the North Atlantic, what currents and tides brought it here, to Stag Harbour, and how long ago it had frozen in the first place.
Going to write about this tonight on the journal. Stay tuned.
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