it’s solstice, santa fe heat, and mount desert island arrives.
i used to stand on this granite outcrop in the early mornings on the island. the sea, just over the edge.
wild winds brush the surface of the water, colors blue green black. My mittens tuck into the deep pockets of my wool coat, my heart is singing.
you never know when you have to leave somewhere, move somewhere new, begin again. it happens. it can bring joy. a courage you never knew you had.