10-13-2023, Tongue, Scotland
Rain and wind are howling outside this dark morning, but it is the appropriate score to what lies ahead, adventure. It should blow itself out by the time my lover awakes, and predictions are for fairing skies. North of me is the Arctic Ocean and the Pole. Yesterday we found an abandoned home, the marker said it was built in 1823. It was and remains in nowhere. It is in the middle of a great bog set atop a high mountain. I imagine rain and wind howled outside its walls many a dark morning. It would have been a hard-won lot. Someone at some time was moved by its resolve to mark its builders and briefly tell their tale on a small plaque atop a pile of stones. If I measured myself to the heavens this morning the distance would be unknown and the destination the same, the Earth, our beautiful and safe blue home, would be in nowhere.
The wind continues to howl outside. I have laid aside my Most Ancient Book. I will wake my lover and we will continue on in nowhere, on our planet, our good planet Earth. And God is. Amen
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