another day, more of the same

this is a dreary weather pattern to be stuck inside of: fog, rain, 40 degree weather, just enough of the sun peeking out to dash one’s brief hope

i swear the atlantic ocean is out there beneath the fog 

bear brook pond is barely visible from acadia national park loop road

best to head back and warm-up, check-out, start over and meet the group of bicyclists i’ll bike with to washington, dc

the sun battles through the clouds briefly for the low tide walk across frenchman’s bay to bar island 

yes it might make an appearance

tomorrow we’ll all pedal the loop road as a shakedown ride

What I’m Reading:

once I buried a pit in the earth; &
nothing happened; the pit is poisonous

in my mouth; like other things
buried inside me; & nothing happens;

— Katana Smith / “& Nothing Happens”