Aug 16, 2012
[Music: Bon Iver - Holocene ]
521am. Rising naturally in my tent, not another soul stirs. A gull curls over grey Belfast bay, just across the lawn. The clouds, a homogeneous mist, dense only enough to help me forget there is a sun behind them. Scattered boats, moored, stir not. My daily movements under the park tent and the rain comes down, chattering. I sit now, the headphones funneling sweetness to me like it’s intravenous. Goosebumps erupt, leaving a trail of Braille spelling out messages of overwhelming gratitude.