Friday, 22 August 2014
Just Bliss - Chance Harbour
Finnegan and I decide to get an early start to our weekend by escaping the hustle and bustle of the daily grind in sleepy, semi-suburban Nova Scotia (wink wink, nudge nudge) for the utter tranquility of Jeff's childhood home. Much like my own on the other side of the country, the air is bright and clean, scrubbed through a salty filter of the sea. And the sounds carried on the air consist only of nature: chirping birds, rustling leaves, croaking frogs, rolling waves and one manic wiener dog searching frantically for his expertly tossed tennis ball. There is nothing particularly stressful about sitting in our own backyard oasis, but here, in all seasons, there are no timelines, no expectations, no lingering chores, and it's bliss. Home away from home away from home.