Carbonear, Pt. 1: The Sound of Coal
Carbonear is a real place, and on a foggy night it feels like what i imagine being a ghost must feel like.
Everything is far away, hazy. The sound of small waves breaking on rocks could be right at your feet, or a mile away, but even if the water is close enough to get your boots wet, it looks like a blurry photograph, taken a long time ago. There is no horizon, just a flat grey progression from water to sky. You could be standing at the shore of a tiny lake, or the edge of an endless ocean.
I was about to say it was a haunted feeling, but as day turned into night here and i tried to notice, it felt more like i was the one doing the haunting.
Tomorrow is more kids, more driving, another strange place. In the meantime it's time to see what dreams those fog-shaped waters bring.
Everything is far away, hazy. The sound of small waves breaking on rocks could be right at your feet, or a mile away, but even if the water is close enough to get your boots wet, it looks like a blurry photograph, taken a long time ago. There is no horizon, just a flat grey progression from water to sky. You could be standing at the shore of a tiny lake, or the edge of an endless ocean.
I was about to say it was a haunted feeling, but as day turned into night here and i tried to notice, it felt more like i was the one doing the haunting.
Tomorrow is more kids, more driving, another strange place. In the meantime it's time to see what dreams those fog-shaped waters bring.
posted by alex at 9:30 PM
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