The sky is as clear and crisp today as it was so many days on Cape Cod this past summer. I stayed by the water, and listened to the ocean, lulling me to sleep, waking me in the mornings. The rustling of the dune grasses, so elegant, so dancer like. They were glorious days filled with writing, reading, creation and plain daydreaming.
I was perfectly content sitting at my studio, for days on end.
The light was incredible and never the same, from day to day.
Shore Road seemed like an endless array of beach cottages, each so small, yet so strong, standing up to the sea and the wind.
And right across my little heavenly cottage were the dunes and the lake. Singing with the wind.
And, of course, Provincetown and the beach. There is always the beach.