One Island’s Edge

One Island’s Edge; a moment of such stillness

Reaching the Cedar Island, North Carolina Ferry that runs to Ocracoke was like flying solo in a spaceship to the stars and beyond.

A thin canal on either side of the roadway trailed ever so close to its edges as marsh filled my peripheral views with an endless scope of exposure. Was I traveling to the world’s flat brink like George Washington sailing to the world’s cliff where one will fall off should you go too far? Felt like it.

Homes succumbing to the elements were commonplace. Nothingness in between was equally just as commonplace. And then I got there. Neatly placed stones board its shore, well-built wood decks, a boat ramp, a ferry dock, and tidy parking areas nestled right alongside this island’s edge.

And then I caught it: the wave’s rhythmic gesture; Pelican’s perching, chatting into the cool fall winds; my eyes feasting on the skyline and sound’s infinite meeting as came time’s disappearance. Who said nothingness had no substance? This naught of a moment filled itself to the brim.

Seriously doubt this shore gets overrun with well-meaning souls as many vacation spots do. Picnicking with the earth’s organic conversation, almost virgin to man’s steel-built fixtures, stocks Cedar’s shore—a rare experience. One not to missed.