Explore – Halifax, Canada

Duncan’s Cove trail

Through my eyes: The story of the water, the sea, the greenlands, and the breeze.

Everyone has heard tales of orange hues, but let me share a story of when the sun stands high in the sky.

It’s 2:00 PM, and the sun, at its zenith, demands my jacket’s surrender to the heat. I step from the car, and a chilled air sweeps through, born from the vast blue ocean, traveling distances unknown, caressing my bare skin. Cold, cold, cold. I retreat, seeking refuge in my jacket, my steadfast companion.

The sun, like Saturn in disguise, casts a radiant halo as we tread towards the trail, leaving the charcoal road behind. My feet find lush green shrubs, and I hush to hear. Whooshhhhhhh… the ocean meets the land—passionate, desperate, and peaceful, all at once.

I long to capture the scent of this place. Eyes closed, arms open, hair dancing in the breeze, I inhale deeply… uuuuufffffffffhmmmmmmmm. I am cured—metaphorically. Some ailments linger as long as humankind, but here and now, I am, undeniably, cured.

Visit this place, but do not rush your trek. Find a space, sit a while, listen to the symphony of nature, let your hair flow if you have it (if not, even better—the breeze loves open skin).

My friends recline on the rocks as I sit and gaze at the ocean’s myriad shades of blue—from the lightest to the darkest. Some parts are shadowed, others sunlit. I find myself watching the ocean more than the sky.

We explore. I follow my friend, eager to uncover the ocean’s secrets. She steps stone to stone, grass to stone, mud to stone. We discover a secluded spot, as near to the water as one can be. Here, the ocean whispers tenderly, cold and shimmering under the sun’s gentle touch. It invites me. I carefully remove a shoe, placing it in the water, heart full of glee.