There’s something calming in standing barefoot on a wet patio in the middle of the night, with drizzle falling on my head and forming a layer of small drops that don’t permeate my hair, not knowing which way the wind is blowing, and gazing into the trees as it does, reminiscent of the mountains, valleys and oceans it may have passed over before getting here, to me.
In conclusion, the world is not big enough for me. Well, Halifax isn’t, at least.