island hopping: monhegan
reVision: sea things differently
An old boarding house and the glass doorknobs squeak. Doors left unlocked.
On an island, nothing is a secret but there are secrets.
An island is a confidante.
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Gray shingled houses match the morning and everything weatherbeaten, splintery. Everyone seemingly named Sarah.
Rocky beaches and muddy trails. Aster, bunchberries, sea lace. The rugged scent of fresh-pressed cider.
An island is blue sea glass.
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Lives are measured in ferry timetables. Thirty-five steps to the top of the lighthouse.
Sharp-edged fog, and softness found in the wisp of a curtain, ripples in tide pools, saltwater on my skin.
An island is eternal.
I wrote this microessay at a recent writing retreat on Monhegan, a Maine island 10 miles out to sea, hosted by
. Sarah writes a weekly newsletter as meditative as the lyrical stories it weaves.
I love this: a distillation, poetic & immersive. ✨💛
You gave us alot of island feel there. Thanks Amie!