READER SUBMITTED CONTENT I did another scooter trip, this time to Cape Breton Island. Check it out:

I did another scooter trip, this time to Cape Breton Island. Check it out:

Day Three

Halifax. The sky is grey and the clouds stretch unbroken and for some reason I expected less than this. The port constructions bend awkwardly over the sweeping harbor and the Union Jack flies obnoxiously from the provincial legislature. I find a motel by the McKay bridge. Hurricane Bill is supposed to hit some time tomorrow afternoon. I am planning to leave in the morning, as soon as I wake up.

Something has broken, deep inside of me; some inner reserve has been breached.

The sun set slowly over the harbor and I was looking over to Dartmouth where you are as we sat the sky pink I caught a glimpse of your shoulder, a thousand shades of orange and yellow, your skin raised in minuscule drops of light and I laughed a little because my father told me once that in Mexico there’s no word for goosebumps. Instead you say, “My hide is going Chinese”.

Moncton, New Brunswick cityscape

Rita MacNeil and Michael Bolton singing the national anthem at game three of the 1993 World Series

My Uncle Vincenzo jamming

MacDonald bridge over Halifax Harbor. My friend and I saw someone jump from here without knowing, like we saw police lights but it was too dark and we were pretty far away and I even made a joke about it, like “Can you imagine if someone had actually jumped?” The next day we found out that it was someone she knew.

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