Some places do not ask anything from you. They are simply there, waiting, the same way they have always been. Little Long Pond, in Seal Harbor, has been that kind of place for me.
When I came back to it during that hard season, it felt less like discovering something new and more like remembering how to stand still. The fog moved across the water, the trees caught the first light, and the reflections held everything upside down and whole.
In a life that had suddenly become full of variables, this place felt like a constant.
Recommended Format:
Satin MetalPrint with Metal Float Hanger
Some places do not ask anything from you. They are simply there, waiting, the same way they have always been. Little Long Pond, in Seal Harbor, has been that kind of place for me.
When I came back to it during that hard season, it felt less like discovering something new and more like remembering how to stand still. The fog moved across the water, the trees caught the first light, and the reflections held everything upside down and whole.
In a life that had suddenly become full of variables, this place felt like a constant.
Recommended Format:
Satin MetalPrint with Metal Float Hanger