Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I thought it was that chuckle when you lean back and laugh,
Your willingness to dare even when the forecast’s grim,
The details and years piling up until you are now your age,
And plans that don’t materialize but still sometimes thrill.
To my surprise it’s so much less.
It’s being known.
To lose that
Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Sit awhile with the sun on your face...
Until you are ready to twirl down the spiral staircase...
And stroll down the walkway...
To the street...
Where you pause to notice the bird nest tucked into the house next door.
You walk a block until you hit the bay and turn right...
And easily enjoy the buildings and houses of Commercial Street in Provincetown...
Where even the liquor store can't resist a creative turn of words...
And those blue hydrangeas dance for you everywhere...
And in between each building and house, there again is the ocean...
And you breathe...
Monday, July 21, 2008
The vegetation is both fragile and rugged, and the sand is soft.
Still, the ocean was wild. The waves were pretty high. Just right for being wildly tossed around in one's inner tube. (I was forced to decline because of my %%$@@# knee, but this is an experience I usually would never pass up).
What a difference a day makes.
One day the waves are wild, another they're downright wistful.
I however had a mission to accomplish. One word: ANON! It was time for bird sightings.
I saw dozens of healthy soaring gulls and one very mysterious unidentified bird:
Final words: it's a wonderful world.
Sometimes, just lying on a towel with the sun on my face I stop worrying and planning and regretting and wishing and just let myself be.
Only sometimes, but sometimes that's good enough.
Then we drive back to Commercial Street , to the town Pier.
We will return to water by mid-afternoon, beaching and bobbing into the waves of the Atlantic.