“I sat on a bench to watch people bathing in the white afternoon light on this cloudless day. The glittering St. Lawrence River bounced off the dappled light softly. The blue sky tempered the cold water travelling from the Great Lakes, it warmed up the chill and made you want to join the river on its sojourn to the edge of the world for the midsummer.” - an excerpt from my recent piece ’Catkins and Cobblestones’ thequietcompas.substack…