Standing at the Edge of the World


I have lived near the ocean for most of my life. It’s a part of who I am and I am at my best self there. The edge of the world is a majestic place. It rejuvenates me on a warm Summer night, it makes me believe in what really matters on an early sunrise stroll and it gives me an often-needed kick in the ass during a good storm. It feeds my soul. When I arrive at the edge of the world, I see a canvas unfolding before me. When I walk along it, I am the canvas. It’s a powerful thing in my life..

Published by danielparenteau

Daniel Parenteau is a freelance writer living in Lyman, Maine.

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