“There’s no fixing this.”
My grandmother waves at the tv.
Polar bears are stranded on a shrinking ice floe.
I shut my eyes.
I meet with a student.
She’s dealing with an anxiety disorder.
Her brown eyes pool with tears.
“Sometimes it can seem all too much, you know?”
I tell her that just showing up every day is an act of courage.
News coverage of Hurricane Fiona floods the screen.
Huge tracts of PEI shoreline have been devoured by the sea.
Scant sand is littered with spewed remains.
Islanders survey the wreckage with horror and wobbly resolve.
A weary fisherman shakes his head.
“There’s no fixing this. It’s just too much.”