Dark Harbour.
Moody weather makes me feel more at home in the world. I yearn for strong winds and wild places. When the dark clouds require us to clear the deck and batten down the hatches I am yielding, happiest to be alive. A storm requires nothing of me; neither cheerfulness nor productivity. Perhaps it does require silence. And then there’s Dark Harbour. Grand Manan Island, a stone in the tide-torn mouth of the Bay of Fundy. Jake and I drive through a forest of cathedral spires, dark s
