Simply beyond amazing! … “It’s 5:01 a.m., twilight (aka near dark), and I notice the tracks. Tracks running from the shoreline to the top of beach. WTH is that? I walk to the top, wary of what I’ll find; God knows, it could be a badger from New Hampshire that lost its way – hiding behind the bushes waiting for its next victim.”
Here we go again. Daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. 760 consecutive (almost) days. Like in a row.
The narrator @ Audible is pumping “Independent People” into my head, a novel that won the 1955 Nobel Prize for Halldór Laxness. Not sure what’s up with my fixation on Iceland and Icelanders: Laxness, Ólafur Arnalds, Of Monsters and Men. Something going on here… Something.
So, I’m walking, and listening to Laxness…
“Had the brook lost its charm, then? No, far from it. Clear and joyful it flowed over the shining sand and pebbles, between its banks white with withered grass, its joy eternally new every spring for a thousand years; and it told little stories, in its own little tongue, its own little inflections, while the boy sat on the bank and listened for a thousand years. The boy and eternity, two friends, the sky…
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