#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Menemsha Sky, Vineyard Sound
Such humidity, and fog. Warm and buggy. But we walk early to the Brickyard Beach, taking a shorter walk. Must get my friend to the airport. In we slide into Vineyard Sound, alone in the universe of this seemingly endless beach of rocks and the clay cliffs and the cormorants and gulls and osprey. Our morning float and talk. Charlie fishes for rocks. And then we must go, up the dirt road to the house. And, to the airport, a very quick trip for her very quick flight to Boston and connections from there. Bittersweet. How grateful I am to have had this visit and time with her. As if she never moved away. Then, my drive home in the quiet car, and Frank is working and I get some work done too. Because it’s just him and me and Charlie until the next visitors arrive––tomorrow. My head has been too foggy for thinking clearly about writing, but I manage a couple of hours of planning my workshops and groups for the fall. And then I walk the two and a half miles to Lucy Vincent Beach in the hot afternoon. Frank will join me when he is done in by car. I’m so happy for this walk through Chilmark to the other side of the island, past the green grass and lawns and stone walls and ponds. Cooling off with a swim in the ocean, a fine afternoon for a nap. Then, Frank joins me. A quiet restful afternoon, no schedule, no hurry, no one but Charlie to look after. A casual dinner. We consider attending various events and opt for an evening with Charlie, a drive into Edgartown, an excursion for him. The sky is fabulous in the early evening, amazing clouds to appreciate. And Charlie, if he needed any boosting of his mood or self-esteem, Edgartown on an August evening is exactly perfect. Every passerby greeting him affectionately. Needs for his hugs and tail wags. “How old is he?” Almost everyone asks. “Eleven.” “Oh, he looks wonderful!” Charlie gets his approval and love and affection. Frank and I get ice cream and a quiet sit by Edgartown Harbor. Home under a sky of stars above.
Middle Road, Chilmark, Evening Clouds
