I think the thing I love most about a quiet vacation by the ocean is the sense of scale it affords. We visited a tiny town on the Bay of Fundy, which we've visited many times before, and I am always and unfailingly awestruck by the immensity of the landscape -- the vast tidal flats, the seemingly endless (and undoubtedly enchanted) forests, and the grey-blue North Atlantic that extends all the way to the horizon and beyond. Sitting at home, as I am now at my little desk, looking out at the fences enclosing neighbouring backyards, the memory of that grand perception of space and time is fading back to a more familiar, much smaller scale.
We stayed at the tail end of a dead end lane, just steps from a path down to the beach. That bit of craggy coastline, beyond the stairs and scruffy trees and just across the water? We were nestled in there, just below the trees.
Next up, I'd like to write about a bit of a challenge I've encountered while looking into the creativity research I mentioned a few posts back. I hope you'll stay tuned!