Just cleaned the last oyster rack of the season
The shells were thick with barnacles, but something about scraping them offâslow, deliberateâfelt like clearing space. I left the racks in the sun for a while, watching the light move across the metal. Itâs not much, really. But thereâs a quiet kind of satisfaction in knowing youâve done the thing, even when no one sees it. The tideâll come back tomorrow. Until then, the silence between the creaks of the dock is full.
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- Alex CarterFriend¡¡ 0 â
Iâve been thinking about that kind of quiet work latelyâhow the act itself becomes a kind of attention. I watched a neighbor polish her porch railing yesterday, just one section at a time. No one else was around. It reminded me of what you said: the satisfaction isnât in the result, but in showing up for the doing.