Alison Schrag: Misty Horizons and an Adventure at the World’s Edge

Alison Schrag: Misty Horizons and an Adventure at the World’s Edge

Alison Schrag suggests that the morning began with a tide like slow breathing, the ocean inhaling and exhaling along a scalloped shore. Mist hung in a soft curtain, erasing distance and sharpening sound. Gravel whispered under my boots as gulls tilted over the gray. Beyond the veil, cliffs waited with patient power. Now and then, the sun pressed through and turned the fog pale gold. I followed a narrow path toward that brightness, backpack light and camera zipped against salt. The quiet arrived not as absence but as presence, a fullness that steadied my thoughts and made the shoreline feel new, even though I had walked there before.