There is this place that I love. It’s half a day’s drive from here. And if you went there, you would think it was nice, but not special. Not as special as I think it is. Because most of its magic comes from years of memories of others. Some of those memories are mine. Many of them are my mother’s and her mother’s and their friends.
And each year that we travel there, during each brief visit, we are transfixed. Set in place.
You see, time stops there. It reduces to a pace so slow that you can count a thousand moments as the second hand passes each minute, each hour. And time empties itself into more time. Night comes. Morning comes. And each time of day is magical.
That is my happy place.
We were last there in 2012 during our “baby-moon”. It was our last hurrah before Max entered our lives and shook it all up. So we drove. A lot. We saw places and things we wouldn’t be able to see for a long time. We lingered. We brunched. And we savored each moment as its own unique point in time.
We watched the sun rise from the deck of our bedroom.
We drove A LOT.
We appreciated old things.
And we can’t wait to go back!
So this summer, thanks to my mother’s persistent convincing, we are going back. And I’m counting the moments until we leave.
The photos you see were taken in Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island Provinces, Canada. And there is so much more to show you.