The sea lies peaceful and vast around him, not yet sensing the heat of the day that has been predicted. The early morning mist keeps his skin cool at every step and that reminds him of why he is here.
This is his church, he shares with his companions. This is where he finds peace and solitude. He entertains himself by moving swiftly through the water, eyes downcast searching for unblemished dulse fronds. He bends, with a quick flick he detaches the fronds from the rock they have been attached to during their growing season. It ensures regrowth, he educates his companions.
The dulser moves steadily, bending, collecting, adding to the bag that is quickly bulging outward. We soon lose track of him. He has ventured out far beyond us, then turned around making a wide berth around us as he returns to the shore, bag heavy with treasure, encouraged by the turning tide.
Hope you enjoyed this Nova Scotia moment to set the tone for Sunday. Enjoy the day! Best wishes, Anna