I live at the eastern edge of the North American continent, about one-eighth of a mile from the Atlantic Ocean. I take no pride, and very little pleasure from that fact, but that’s another story for another time. What is notable in the present moment is that my area is recovering from a N’or Easter that has riled up the Big Water. When that happens it sounds as if the busiest airport on the planet is right next door. I can feel it through the sand beneath my feet. While out with the dogs in the pre-dawn darkness, that roar made me feel very small and vulnerable; such a powerful and inhospitable expanse so close by. And then from there my thoughts evolved to take in the unimaginable vastness of the Universe just beyond the thin veneer of atmosphere above me, and I welcomed the inrushing sense of insignificance.
A phone video of Maxx in the darkness this morning with the ocean roar (pitifully rendered by this medium) drowning all other sound.