DOCK.

One of my three favourite places in the world, is on a dock.

Somewhere you can feel alone, but not lonely. For me, it's where I've always felt most myself. And despite whatever else is going on in life, grounded.

Thunderstorms have held the week hostage, so my time by the water had been limited thus far. But, between downpours I went. An oversized sweater. A mug of tea. The lake a grey haze, and planks of wood underfoot black and bloated with constant rain.

I sat and watched the water and sketched. And I have to say lakes are an entirely different beast than oceans. Especially calm ones.