Broken Brain Day.

I'm having one of those days when all the little voices in my head are shouting wordless imprecations at me from the shadows. I used to have that happen to me a lot as a kid, but its become far less frequent nowadays. I used to deal with it by buying a snack and finding a park bench or grassy knoll somewhere quiet and just sitting and  staring at the world going by as I ate my snack. An hour or two later I'd feel up to rejoining society.

I don't really know anywhere within an hour's bus ride of where I am that I can do that. Peace and quiet are not exactly common on the West Island and finding such places where one can stare mindlessly at some sort of activity are even rarer.

The best I could do would be to go to either the north or south shore of the island and watch the waves goes by. There a lovely spot for wave watching in Pointe Claire, but its on monastery grounds and there's a big No Trespassing sign. I've sometimes thought that I could get permission to enter because  all I want to engage in is quiet contemplation, but I don't even know how one would talk to these people without passing the No Trespassing sign. I don't know about any such place in St. Genevieve, but I've never really explored its shoreline. Then again its difficult as its a maze of cul-de-sacs and private property.

Is it any wonder that my mental design for a dream house includes a promitory leading into the ocean with a little covered bench at the end where one can sit and just quietly contemplate the crash of the waves on the beach below, and the wheeling of gulls above?

The best I think I will manage today is to go to a local cafe and read. It might help, but not as much.