Crossing the harbour –
Like living through three seasons
Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.
Notes to this poem…
My ferry trips across the harbour will be far and few in between over the winter, with one a month likely until May 2016, so these ferry poems will also be sparse during that time.
This one is about the cold on the water of the harbour. At the ferry terminal in Dartmouth, it wasn’t too cold tonight. However, as we crossed, the temperature dropped until it was freezing in the middle of the harbour, aided by a strong gale from the south that added windchill. We had been shielded from it at the terminal on the Dartmouth side.
The effect was reversed as we got closer to Halifax and structures started obstructing that gale, like Murphy’s Wharf, before the Halifax terminal, itself. The city heat also upped the temperature to something in the range of what it was on the Dartmouth side. It was a bit warmer, actually, with more buildings right next to the terminal and around it than in Dartmouth, with more lights as well. I could actually tell!
If I had closed my eyes, I’d have felt like I started out in autumn, then hit winter mid-trip, before arriving to spring on the Halifax side. That was what I was trying to convey.
Hitting walkways indoors would have been summer, but that was off the ferry and I had not thought about it while on the ferry. 🙂
The F-series poems are part of a collection composed on my ferry rides across Halifax Harbour when the buses aren’t crossing the MacDonald bridge due to the Big Lift bridge redecking. This should keep happening until at least December 2016.