Yesterday the edge of the world wafted to our doorstep on the feathers of fog. It is eery to look toward the sea and hear its roar, but to see only a gray curtain beyond the shrubs across the road. James Island and other seastacks didn’t exist. Yesterday’s edge of the world was only a memory. Our world had shrunk over night.
This morning the edge of our world is back in its proper place and all islands are visible.